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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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🩹Please Be Okay🩼

There’s a mix of both head cannons and a bit of stories. I hope you enjoy it and it’s not too confusing!

Thank you so much for this lovely person for giving me this idea! I had a lot of fun with it! If y’all have any others, please leave them and I hope you enjoy!🤍🤍 this is probably one of my favorite things I’ve written!

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Warning: Description of wounds, blood, burns, broken ribs, mention of death, disturbing topics, characters are AGED UP, Angst with a happy ending.

○ Dabi ○

Dabi should have figured nothing would be simple, especially with the League. ‘Just a simple-‘ yeah no that’s not how it EVER goes.

Your quirk was similar to Togas in a way, mostly with vocal changes. You were able to lure people in with your song. They called it Siren. It left your throat raw and cracky but it was worth it. To say the least, your quirk relied on you being able to throat.

“ So you have two sets of vocal cords! Can I try!?” You were patient with Toga, and with everyone. Toya never said anything about it, but just ever so lightly grinned.

“Jeez leave ‘em alone will ya?”

You were nice to be around, not annoying or too loud. You also threw it right back at Toya anytime he tried to comment on something you did. But you also called others out of their shit.

“I could always just make you walk to me ya know.” You sighed. Arms slug over his shoulders as the two of you dance to some shitty song you were playing on your phone. Each of you shared an airpod.

“You’d lose your vocal cords if you do.” He tightened his hold on you.

• Injury •

“Dabi” your voice was strained, bubbly as you choked on spit, air, and blood. Burns encased your neck with no particular pattern. Meaning someone was aiming for your throat or head area with a fire-like quirk. Your mouth was sputtering blood. “D-Dabi”. Your body had collided hard with a wall, likely causing a broken rib or hopefully, just some intense bruising. Burns and sizzling skin covered your neck, jaw, and upper chest. Drops of blood slide down to mingle with your charred clothes.

Toya sees red, grating his teeth as he watches a shifted Toga sprint to your side. Her face turned worried, as she touched your shoulders.

Toya knows in the back of his mind it was likely to happen, that the so-called heroes would go for your ‘weak point’ - he would too. But that doesn’t stop him from seeing red. Someone hurt you.

Toya has a small family, and it is the League and you. And you just got injured.

If he notices it was Endeavor that caused this. He’s lost way too far in rage to be consolable.

Blue, complete blue and he doesn’t give a shit who’s caught in the crossfire.

“Why do you destroy everything good? Do you get off on it? By destroying our family.” He’s yelling outputs but no one can hear him due to the sound sod cracking fire.

• Weeks Later •

When you turn your head to face Dabi, your fingers reach out toward his own. His jacket lays crumbled by your face. Something you kept snuggling into m, breathing in the Smokey sent.

“I don’t have to get staples, do I?” You asked, peering out of the black fabric

It causes Dabi to grin. “Not yet doll didn't earn them”

“Thank f-“ you started coughing, your voice straining hard. Davis holding your hand in both of his.

“Take it easy doll.”

• Recovery •

Dabi lets you practice your quirk on him. You have to retrain it a bit after the damage caused by the fire. Though you sometimes wish he wouldn’t let you practice on him, it lets him see you struggle and fail. It angers you. But he’s always there to calm you down.

“Breath doll.”

Dabi allows you to call him, aiming in your wobbly voice to lure him over to you. Allowing you to kiss his lips before you completely let control go. He’ll hold you from behind, sometimes lifting you and saying “C’mon on doll, get out of this.” You have to sing to take it over, causing his body to relax and let you go. Dabi will barely agitate his quirk, giving you the chance to try and Solti him into a dull state of mind to have him stop. tell

“Getting a better doll.”

○ Izuku ○

• Injury •

You were both so close to finishing this damn chase. It had gone on long enough. Your legs sprung you forward, past Izuku as you used more of your strength in your jump. Your target only an arms length away.

“Come on ZuZu!” You yelled out, adding your final stretch.

Izuku lost sight of you for only a minute. His chest burned as he pushed himself farther. He didn’t always like the fact you could go faster than him (your quirk), it made him nervous sometimes. What he if wasn't there in case you needed-

Your screams pierced the air. They were terrifying, bloodcurdling, and horrible. Izuku could feel his breakfast cuddle in his stomach. He felt how is heart momentarily stopped and his lung squeeze. How every breath felt hundred time more Labor-sum and sink into his chest. With his final stretch into the ally you disappeared into, he find you and the target on the ground. The target was more than likely knocked out, seeming motionless. But Izuku could care less. He watched in horror as your body contorted, back arching as your feet pressed into the ground. Your bare fingers attached into the dirty ground. A heavy line of tears rolled down the side of your face, your eyes rolled back. Izuku fell to your side, grabbing your body tightly.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

Your body shook in his hands, you yell for stops and no’s continuing.

• Reaction •

People questioned where the top hero disappeared to, a month had gone by with no sign of Deku or his lover. People questioned your and Izuku's friends, asking either out of concern or anger what happened.

People noticed how Bakugou and others seemed to appear in place of Deku and you on patrol routes. When Bakugou's numbers started rising, the world noticed how he wasn’t flaunting it. He didn’t say anything about how he deserved it, he almost seemed angry at the fact he was rising slightly. No word of Deku.

“Dynamight! Dynamight! What happened to Pro Hero Deku?””

“Why don’t you extras mind your damn business for once.”

“Uravity! Can you tell us what happened to Pro Hero Deku and (hero name)”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure.”

• Healing •

You had seen your work nightmares. Things that have happened or never could, but things that scared you to your core. You never told Izuku what you saw, but you woke up one night screaming ‘Eri’.

Izuku took a month off hero work, only able to because of his friend. When news broke to them about what happened to you, everyone came to your side.

After a month you seemed alright, able to function as you use to. But you and Izuku always did patrols together now, there were no ‘lone’ shifts anymore. Which Izuku didn't mind, he got to spend more time with you and just be with you. Ensure you’re safe.

Nighttime was still a struggle, with instances of Izuku staying awake all night to rub his back. On these nights you slept through the whole night. When he holds you while you sleep as well it seems to help.

“I’m so sorry Izuku.”

“Hey- no everything’s okay.”

Izuku got you a weighted blanket and finding out the pressure seemed to help you too.

When you start going to therapy, Izumi is there for you every step of the way.

○ Katsuki Bakugo ○

People thought Bakugous nickname for you was interesting, Bee. People mostly thought of those cute little honey bees. The fluffy ones people take pictures of when they’re a mid-flower. But that’s not where the name came from,

“Ha!? They're not that quiet. Loudest thing around” ironic coming from him.

Bee is a firework, a loud one that twirls in random directions and lets out a high pitch noise. It grabs people's attention, just like you did his. Plus your quirk. One that allowed kick-up sparks when you ran, allowing you to twist your body in the air in a way most would find disturbing. But not Bakugou, man called you money when he first saw you. And on the news.

“Moving like a damn Monkey.”

You and Bakugou had an interesting relationship. Some would say your love language was aggression. But those people didn’t see you both out of the public eye. That was a different story.

• Injury •

It was just another villain attack, something you had both become desensitized to after your time in U.A. You both had already had your near-death experience before you even graduated. It made every day more sacred that you both were still alive.

Your body lay in a crater, an after-effect of a quirk that blasted you into the sky and casted you back down. Heavy needles had shot through your body, exiting and then being retracted. Ejecting you with something while leaving open gaps in your thighs. You were motionless, wheezing breaths as you felt your limbs become something similar to static. Poison. The villain had injected you with Poison. You likely had broken bones. Ribs. Maybe a skull? Had your quirk not allowing you to twist mid-air You’d be dead. You had to maneuver your spine and legs in a certain way to protect yourself from the fast-coming blow. Accumulating just enough friction to slow yourself down slightly. Your fingertips twitched as you gasped. “K-ka-kat-see” you could feel wetness trail down the sides of your face and drop off the shattered ground. Blood or tears, possibly both. Your shattered body wheezing at even the action.

“Sue-key” your upper teeth cut into your bottom lip as the weight behind your eyes grew. Black spots flitter in and out of your vision. The sky was so blue. So pretty. ‘Kat, be okay.’ You willed yourself to look down though at your body, barely catching the notice of twisted limbs before you were pulled back down by gravity.

When the villain you had been chasing found his way to Bakugou, he knew something went wrong.

“Where are they!?”

“In a ditch slowly dying. You’ll see them soon too!”

Fire, You could see the smoke in the distantanve. Feel the Earth shaking of explosions. If the ringing in your ears wasn't so bad, you could probably hear them.

“You’re going to fucking die!”

The rumble shook your body.

He’s broken. Loosing almost all self-control and restraint as his body propels him into the air. Howitzer Impact. A war-like battle cry rips through his throat. Every emotion he felt, anger and fear, came out in that one moment. Maybe if he were in the city, or with civilians, things would have been different.

Your body physically shook, the pain radiating through every cell. You let out a pained scream, shock fully wearing off.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he found your mangled body. Maybe 5-8 minutes. He slid into the creator, running on wobbly limbs to your limp body. He lashed his arms out, ridding himself of his gauntlets as you slid to your side.

“Wake up! WAKE THE FUCK UP.”

• Infirmary •

“Suki, please just look at me.” Your shaking hand reached for his face, palm cuppings his cheek. Surgery had gone well. Healing quirks also came in use.

“You dumbass.” He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lip. “You could’ve- I would have” you watched tears trail down his face. Your heart shattering.

“But I’m here Kitkat” you quietly whispered. Pulling at the childish nickname as a resort to try and comfort him.

“Damn straight you are Baby,” Kat spoke with his eyes closed.

• Recovery •

Bakugoi allows himself to hold onto you a bit tighter when he’s helping you with walking. Your legs had been pretty much shattered and if it wasn't for your quirk, you would have lost them both… likely your life.

Bakugou is taking the time off every chance he can get to help you with your physical therapy. Cast- Wheelchair to walker to cane.

He picks you up on days they hurt too much.

Putting you on his back one day while you two were shopping. Your light as air to him, so he’s effortlessly picking up.

Katsuki takes over your patrols for the coming months. Refusing to let you go back even after the wounds had healed

“Kit, I’m okay. Doctors said so”

“So what?”

“So I’m okay to go back to patrol.”

“No, I’ll tell you when you are ready, and you're not”

Doesn’t mean to come off rude and controlling, but it’s kinda how it happens. You know better tho, with the slight gloss in his red eyes.

“Kat-“ your voice is soft, “I can decide when I’m ready to go and I’m ready to go.”

Bakugou would just stare at you, the annoyed look on his face present as he walks up to you grabs your shirt collar, and tugs you towards him. His arms wrap around you as you stand in silence.

“‘M don’t wanna lose you, Bee.”

He talks into your hair since he can’t talk to you face-to-face when he’s being vulnerable

“Please stay home, just for a day or two more.”

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itjazzbicch · 4 months

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Fighting With Destiny PT. 4

Pairing: Reiko x Umgadi!Fem Reader

Summary: Fighting With Destiny PT. 1 - Fighting With Destiny PT. 2 - Fighting with Destiny PT. 3

Facing death and waking up to a roaring battle with Mileena taking a stance on the battlefield given the last battles events in the Outworld Civil War, the reader tries to fight, but this time, Reiko is the one to step up to the Royal Family and Empress herself, keeping his word to the reader as the truth to these events is unveiled and they focus on their future as they can finally be together...

Warnings: Fighting, War Battle, mentions of blood, injuries

Word Count: 1.3k

“That’s so amazing,” These Umgadi never ceased to leave me in awe; listening to their stories and hearing about Outworld's past before I was born was astounding; chuckling nervously, “I don’t know if my stories will live up to yours.”

“What do you mean?” The one beside me laughed, bumping shoulders with me, “You still have your own story to finish.”

“Huh?” I was confused, looking at her, then the umgadi across from me, her face starting to fade, but she was smiling at me, encouraging:

“Your time has not come yet, Y/N.”

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Everything went black again, but there was this shooting pain in my back, the worst pain I’ve ever experienced physically, groaning at the loud screaming and yelling I could hear from a distance.

I had no idea what was happening or where I was, my eyes not wanting to open, barely able to see as I knew Reiko’s voice:

“If you want her, you’ll have to kill me first, Mileena!”

Mileena? Reiko’s voice made me remember where I was, but what was Mileena doing here?

“You will die here today, Reiko!”

This civil war was only getting worse. Mileena being on the battlefield was an obvious sign of that.

I didn’t want things to be this way, trying my hardest to get up, crying and screaming through the shooting pains in my back, all the noise from outside drowning it out, but I could still hear Mileena’s words:

“Why Y/N fell for a fool like you is beyond me! And after what she’s done, I’m disbanding the Umgadi! What she’s done is treasonous!”

“She has nothing to do with the choices I’ve made!” Reiko had never sounded so emotional; his words put tears in my eyes, “But I will gladly free her from the slavery that you call Umgadi by ending you!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Mileena scowled, her tone giving away that she was ready for combat, “I’ll just kill you both, then Shao and this rebellion will end!”

Hearing Mileena saying she’d kill me cut my heart deeply. I remember us growing up together, always guarding her and Kitana. She could throw that all away as if it were meaningless.

Finally, I saw Mileena and the royal family through Reiko’s eyes. Still feeling the pain in my back, the weird feeling that I felt before Kitana stabbed me flowed through my body again, and then this snap.

“Enough talk! Just DIE!” Mileena shrieked, going to stab Reiko with her sai, but my hand swatted them away like a fly. No feeling in my body, but my hand clenched around her throat and nearly snapped her neck as I growled:

“You touch a single hair on his head, and yours will be on the ground next.”

I was on my death bed, and to suddenly be standing, let alone face to face with Mileena, everyone stopped and stared.

“Y/N?!” Reiko couldn’t believe his eyes, “How are you- “

“B-Behand me-e-" Mileena was struggling to breathe, staring in fear as she saw something I couldn’t, my eyes glowing as I squeezed harder, growling:

“What was that? I could’ve sworn you just threatened to kill me. Why would I do something so idiotic by letting you go?”

“Empress!”

Her army didn’t stay stationary for long; the only reason I let her go was because of an arrow that flew past my back, the pain of my wound snapping me back into the horrible pain.

Mileena dropped, coughing and spitting from how hard I was choking her, but making sure that she spit out:

"You will p-pay for your treason and for what you did to Kitana!"

Kitana? I had no idea what happened after I collapsed on the battlefield, not having the time to think as Reiko scooped me. Mileena made it to her feet, but he sent her reeling with a kick, clinging to him and crying out as the movement made the pain worse.

"I'm sorry, love," He huffed, still ready to fight and placing me down near one of the tents they had set up, commanding to one of the rebels, "You protect her with your life till I'm done with this witch! You understand?!"

"Yes, sir!" They followed their orders without any hesitation, and the sight of Mileena prepared for him had me crying out:

"REIKO"

"This is for you, my love," He said to me, facing off with Mileena, "Tonight, we will finally be free."

All I could do was cry as I watched him start to exchange blows with Mileena. My sobs and hysteria grew as I tried to get up, wanting to end this battle, but my body wouldn't allow me.

"You shouldn't be moving!" This rebel was trying to keep me still as my wounds were still rather fatal, but I kept watching Reiko, infuriated that my body was giving up on me, the loud noises dying down, and my vision blurring again.

I couldn't see what was happening, but I remembered crying so hard that I couldn't breathe, seeing blood spatter between Reiko and Mileena, crying out to him as my heart finally knew what it wanted:

"Just win, Reiko! Please!"

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"K-Keep moving, men. We're almost there."

"Huh?" I passed out again, my eyes stinging at a bright light. It was the sun.

"I know it's uncomfortable, but I have you," Reiko's voice was low and deep. He sounded exhausted, blinking to see a terrible cut on his face, and the night before finally occurred to me.

"By the gods," I gasped quickly, trying to sit up to realize that I was in his arms, and he kept me snug so that I couldn't. His arms were covered in cuts, too and before I could say more, he huffed out:

"I'm fine, Y/N, but you're still injured. So please, stay still. We're almost there."

"Reiko," I had never seen him in such a state, shaking as I asked, "What happened?"

"Mileena retreated. She learned firsthand that I am not easily defeated."

There was so much that I wanted to know, but this wasn't the time. I was only grateful that he and I were alive and together. That's all that mattered to me.

"That night, I left to send a message, and when I came back, you were gone," He began to explain what led to all this, and I had never felt so guilty.

He never truly left me, but that's what I thought. Now, look at us. Just the look in his eyes showed that it was the truth, and I couldn't believe it.

"I'm such a fool," Crying again, I began to blame myself. This all could've been prevented if I had just waited a while longer, "I'm so sorry, Reiko-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for," He huffed, looking to see that we were on a massive hilltop, his resiliency astonishing considering he carried me all this way while wounded, taking his words in sincerely, "I've made mistakes, and you almost died for me because of it."

"No, Reiko-" I truly felt that this was all my fault, but his following words kept me silent:

"Mileena showed her true colors, and she may have made me bleed, but I kept my word. She will never suppress us again."

Standing still for a deep breath, the sun shone down on us, tears beading down my face as he looked up to the sky, not a single fear in his eyes, no more bad thoughts, if anything, happiness, smiling softly at the sky:

"Everything happens for a reason. So, don't worry anymore. We're free from the chains that shackled us, love."

The heart wants what it wants, and mine only wanted Reiko. After these two horrific days, after everything that happened, I finally reached clarity.

Using all my strength and ignoring the pain, I hugged his head as tight as I could, letting him know:

"I'll never leave your side again, Reiko."

"As I will never leave yours," Nuzzling his head against mine, he kissed my cheek, assuring me, "Just be patient a while longer. I am going to take care of you, I swear."

"How can I worry," This time, my tears were filled with joy, caressing the cut on his cheek as he smiled at my words, "When I'm in the arms of the realm's strongest solider?"

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kimpossibly · 1 year

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DON'T LOOK DOWN -> the last of us

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi...so I'm absolutely losing my mind over this show. I have some friends who have played the game that are head over heels for it as well, but as someone who's never played, I'm SOLD. I'm in love with the world, with the characters, with the set design, EVERYTHING. Ever since I saw episode one I've had an idea rattling around in my head for an OC, so I did what I always do — come to Tumblr to flesh them out! I hope you enjoy this and please let me know if you do through comments or reblogs!! Remember that if you like a fic or any post for that matter, you should like and REBLOG it, because likes mean next to nothing. Support your fellow artists and spread the love!! Enjoy, my lovely readers <3

PAIRING: PLATONIC joel miller x fem!reader (I'm talking some SERIOUS found family stuff here) WARNINGS: Heavy use of guns and weapons, mentions of the apocalypse, DETAILED descriptions of violence, trauma, and death. Family member death. I definitely sobbed while writing this SUMMARY: After losing her family and getting found by the Fireflies, Y/n goes with Ellie and Joel on a treacherous journey to Salt Lake City.

"I spy with my little eye...something blue."

"Is it the sky?"

"No, dipshit, that's too obvious." Ellie said with an eye roll.

Y/n just scoffed, shaking her head. "Joel, you got any ideas?"

"How 'bout we start with making this the last round of this game?" he said gruffly. Ellie just gave him a glare and muttered something about him being a killjoy underneath her breath. Joel cleared his throat, looking around them — the open field to the left, the forest to the right. "You got me."

Ellie groaned, her head dropping. "It was Y/n's backpack, duh." she said. "Which, I'd like to add, has two guns in it. Not one. Two."

"Cause I actually know how to use them, genius." Y/n replied. "I'm kind of shit at aiming, but I can't point and shoot until the cows come home. If there's one good thing about the apocalypse, it's that it taught me some basic life skills really damn fast.

"Aren't you from Arizona? Hunting season's pretty much year-round down there. Didn't your dad take you out hunting or something?" Joel asked.

At those words, something in Y/n's eyes glazed over. "No. No he didn't." she said, her voice flat. After a moment, she sniffed and rubbed at her nose, turning her head away so as not to let them notice. But Joel saw. She coughed. "Come on, we should pick up the pace if we want to make it to Bill's by sundown."

With that, she sped up until she was walking a good ten feet in front of them. Joel watched her with confusion, which Ellie noted.

"She does that when she doesn't want anyone to see her cry," she explained quietly. "She's got some rough family stories."

"We all do." Joel replied.

But Ellie just shook her head, glancing back at Y/n. "Not like hers."

Ellie and Y/n huddled behind the hole in the wall, listening to the sounds of gunfire come and go. Pop, pop. Silence. Pop. Y/n could barely stand it. She flinched at the familiar sound of gunfire now.

Y/n popped out above from hers and Ellie's hideout and fired a few times into the open, not sticking around to see if she'd actually hit one of their attackers. She always figured it was better if she didn't know. Based on the number of shots coming from their end, she could tell that Joel was wildly outnumbered. They weren't FEDRA or Fireflies, but they had a big enough group to overwhelm one man. Glass shattered as a bullet from the other side shattered through the truck's windshield. Y/n peeked out as glass rained down on Joel. He was alone as the enemy approached. And Y/n couldn't let that happen.

Joel carefully made his way to the other side of the truck as someone stepped in through the obliterated doorway of the laundromat. Glass crunched under his feet. Every step he took brought him closer and closer to discovering Joel. They were running out of time.

Y/n turned to Ellie suddenly, startling her. She put her hands on either sides of Ellie's face, looking at her with an expression so serious that she knew it was in her own best interest to shut the hell up. "Listen to me, you need to stay here. Don't get up. Don't move. Don't even think about it. Don't get a bright idea and try to play hero, alright?"

Ellie gave a quick nod and Y/n stooped down, unzipping her backpack as quietly as she could and pulling out one of her pistols. She began to creep to the hole in the wall, but Ellie grabbed her sleeve before she could come into view. "What are you doing?"

Y/n turned back, trying not to let the fear coursing through her show to the younger girl. "I got a bright idea."

Y/n crept carefully through the hole in the wall as the man stepped closer towards Joel's hiding place. She held her breath, both hands wrapped around the pistol, her pointer finger on the trigger.

Crunch.

The man wheeled around, and Y/n, caught off-guard, abandoned the gun, placing a strong kick to the man's stomach. He stumbled back and the gunfire resumed, stronger now than ever. Joel used this moment to leap out of his hiding spot, jamming the butt of his rifle into the back of the man's head. He crumpled on the spot, blood pouring from the point of impact.

"I told you to stay there." Joel said angrily.

"I don't listen." Y/n said. A single gunshot whizzed past them and they crouched down to avoid it.

"If you go leaping into open fire, what's to stop Ellie from doing the same, huh?"

"She wouldn't follow me out here."

"How do you know?"

"Because I told her not to."

"I told you not to. And you didn't listen." Joel said, reaching up to fire. There was a yell as his bullet met its target, and the gunfire ceased instantly. He went to reload, but found the barrel had jammed.

Y/n stood up, glaring at Joel. "She listens to me. She trusts me." she said. "You're just the guy in charge of taking us from Point A to Point B."

"Trust isn't the point here, okay?" Joel replied, standing. "You're not setting a good example for her."

"You're not my dad, Joel!" Y/n replied, her tone low and harsh. "Ellie is the closest thing I've got to family. Once we reach Salt Lake City, I'm going to be the only one she has, and I'll be damned if I take that away from her. I can protect myself. So worry about yourself."

Joel had no answer for that. Suddenly the silence they were surrounded by seemed impossibly loud. Either they had killed their attackers or frightened them enough to make them turn around and run. Y/n wasn't sure which she'd prefer.

"Are you guys done arguing so I can come out now?" Ellie's voice came out muffled.

Y/n gave Joel one last pissed off look and turned around. "Hang on, I'm coming to get ya!" she said, heading back to the hole in the wall. "Here, hand me your stuff and I'll—"

The sudden sound of the back door to the laundromat bursting open silenced her. There was a gunshot and a yell — whether it was from Joel or his attacker, she couldn't tell. Y/n didn't wait to see what was happening before she practically shoved Ellie back into the hiding spot to keep her out of harm's way.

Y/n turned as someone in dark clothing knocked Joel to the ground, scrambling on top of him pressing his rifle to his neck to choke him. "Now you're gonna fucking pay! What you fucking did, you fucking killed yourself, motherfucker!" the guy shouted, his voice filled with rage. Joel struggled against him, but his grip stayed firm, pressing harder and harder down on his throat. His shoes squeaked against the floor as he tried desperately to move away, but it was useless.

The gun weighed heavy as Y/n lifted it. Arms straight out, finger over the trigger. Joel's struggling was becoming weaker and weaker with every passing second. Beads of sweat collected on Y/n brow. This was no time for indecision. No time for fear. She grit her teeth and gripped the gun even tighter.

Bang.

The man let out a yell as he fell to the side, slumped against the wall. Joel immediately began to gasp and wheeze, taking in heaving breaths of air. Y/n stepped closer, the gun still held out, and she saw that she hadn't killed the man.

He was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving violently. When he removed his hands from under him, they were slick, coated with blood. He struggled to get himself up, grimacing at the pain, and Y/n realized with horror that he couldn't have been much older than she was.

He was just a kid.

"No, no, no, no, no! It's okay! It's okay. It's over. We're not fighting anymore." he shouted frantically, holding a bloodstained hand out to stop her. His voice had completely changed from before. What had been violent rage was now desperate pleading. "I'm gonna go home. I'll tell everyone you're good." he said, his voice choked with tears.

Y/n swallowed, refusing to lower her weapon as a lump in her throat began to form.

Suddenly he sobbed, his voice becoming high-pitched in distraught terror. "I don't know what to do. My legs don't work."

She had shot him in the spine. She must've paralyzed him.

"My mom isn't far, if you could get me to her." he cried.

Joel slowly began to get up, but Y/n was frozen in fear. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. All she could do was watch this terrified kid beg for his life.

"We could trade with you guys. We could be friends. I didn't know!" he said, panting through tears. "I'm Bryan! I'm Bryan. What's your name?"

Y/n's throat constricted. Tears rushed to her eyes and she didn't stop them, but her body knew better. Tears were weakness. She pushed them away almost as an instinct, but something was still weighing heavy in her chest. Bryan.

Joel's hand suddenly reached out, grabbing the pistol from the top. Y/n suddenly became aware, her eyes darting to Joel's. He said nothing, but the look on his face said all she needed to know: You know what I have to do.

Slowly, she let go of the pistol and found that her hands were shaking violently. He turned back around, causing Bryan to panic. "Wait, wait, wait!" he shouted, doing his best to drag himself further away. all he was doing was backing himself further into a corner. Suddenly he reached into a holster and pulled out a large hunting knife, dropping it to the ground. "You can have it...It's a good knife." he said, his voice becoming even more ragged.

Joel bent down and took the knife from him. Y/n was feeling something she hadn't felt in a long time. Not since the time she watched her mother's eyes close for the last time.

Joel turned to her. "Get back behind the wall." he said.

"No, no, no, no! I'm sorry! Please, please. We could just talk! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Bryan shouted, holding his hand out as if to shield himself from them.

Y/n tried to speak, but choked on her words. She paused, not sure what to say. "Joel," she said finally, her voice coming out as nothing more than a rough whisper.

Joel's expression hardened. "Y/n. Get back."

But she couldn't leave. Bryan was crying out to her, apologizing to her, begging for help. There was nothing they could do to help him, and there was nothing he could do to hurt them. But he had seen their faces, and now he knew their names. And that kind of information was deadly.

Y/n just shook her head, her eyes glazing over just as they had earlier. Joel realized then that there was no convincing her. The damage had already been done. So he turned away from her and cocked the pistol.

"No, please! Please! I'm sorry!" Bryan's cries became even more frantic. "Please! You don't have to! No, no, no! We can just talk!"

He was babbling now. Y/n couldn't move. She looked at Bryan, and for and for one fleeting instant, she saw herself that one December night seven years ago. The night she lost everything but her life.

"Mom! Mom! Mom!"

Bang.

Two days. It had been two days since Y/n had said a word to Joel or Ellie. It had also been two days since Joel had put a bullet in Bryan's head.

She walked like someone possessed, eyes staring blankly ahead, face frozen with no expression.

Ellie did her best to goad her into conversation, but she may as well have been talking to a brick wall. Y/n never replied to her questions or laughed at her jokes. Ellie didn't scare easily, but now she was terrified. Nothing quite like this had ever happened.

The only time they ever heard a sound from her was late into the night, when she thought they were both asleep. That was when she allowed herself to cry.

Joel awoke on the third night to complete silence. As the forest floor came into focus around him, he saw Y/n sleeping bag laying flat on the ground, empty.

He sat up, images of the worst immediately coming to mind. He looked to his other side and saw Ellie, fast asleep in her bedroll. `That calmed some of his nerves, but left a lot of his questions unanswered.

The sun was just barely beginning to rise in the east when he got up, looking around himself for any sign of Y/n. There were none. So, after glancing back one more time to make sure Ellie was safe, he picked a direction and began to walk, hoping to find the elder Pain in His Ass.

He wasn't sure how long he had walked before he found her. She was sitting on the forest floor with her back against the thick trunk of a tree, her knees tucked up to her chest with Joel's jacket draped over them. She looked up when he came around, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, merely accepting the others' presence.

"I'm sorry I took your jacket." Y/n said. Her voice was rough and gravelly, and Joel discovered with surprise that he had almost forgotten what it sounded like.

"Don't worry about it." he replied. "Mind if I sit?"

She said nothing, giving a small nod and turning back to stare off into the distance. Joel moved to sit down next to her, grimacing at the pain in his joints as he did so. Y/n continued to sit like there was no one else there, her blank gaze focused on the horizon.

Joel had a pretty good idea what was bothering her. She had shot someone. And what was worse, she'd left them in pain. He almost thought it would've been better if she'd have killed him with the first bullet.

"Y/n—"

"He was crying for his mom." she said suddenly, cutting him off. "He was crying for his mom and you shot him."

Joel went silent for a moment. He'd had to do things he never imagined himself doing — that had been one of them. "I couldn't take the risk."

She knew what he meant, of course. She understood why he'd done it. And, most of all, she was almost sure that if she'd been in his position, she'd have done the same thing. But seeing firsthand what it looked like to beg for your life reminded her of things she'd rather leave in the past.

"My father was a smuggler." Y/n said, her voice hollow. "We never asked what he did; we just knew that, because of what he did, we lived a lot better than a lot of other people. I'm not really sure what he did — if he had made a bad deal, or double crossed someone that shouldn't be crossed, but I woke up on Christmas morning to gunshots coming from my living room. I should've stayed in my room, I know. But I couldn't just sit there and wait. My whole family was down there. So, I went to see if my dad was okay. He was dead before I got down the stairs. My mom grabbed me and my sister as these three guys pointed guns at our faces. She was screaming at them, begging them not to take her children, begging them to take mercy on us. All three of them shot at once."

Her voice stayed firm and toneless as she spoke. "By the time the bullet hit, I had accepted that I was going to die. My eyes shut and I never once thought they'd open again. But..." Y/n pulled down the hemline of her shirt an inch to reveal a thick white scar just below her collarbone, "fate took pity on me that day. Marlene found me just before I bled out. She kept me alive. And when I woke up, I was in the worst pain I'd ever experienced. All I could do was scream for my mom, ask if she was okay. I never got a straight answer, but I already knew what had happened. I just didn't want to believe it."

Joel listened carefully, his and Ellie's conversation echoing in his mind:

"She's got some rough family stories."

"We all do."

"Not like hers."

She was only seventeen years old — he knew that from the beginning. But now that truly seemed to sink in as he looked at her, sitting with her knees tucked to her chest, huddled under his blanket like it was a coat of armor.

"You shouldn't have had to see that," he said. "No one should."

Y/n nodded in agreement. She knew that it wasn't fair. That none of this was fair. But that didn't change that it had happened, or that she'd have to carry it with her wherever she went. It never really got lighter — that was the thing. All the memories did was get harder and harder to hold.

Her glass expression shattered then as she turned to him, tears falling out of her eyes before she could stop them. "I'm trying so hard to hang on, Joel, I really am," she said, her voice finally breaking. She all but collapsed, leaning her head on his shoulder as hers began to shake with sobs.

It had taken Joel years not to see Sarah in every kid he met — but things always fell through the cracks. When he'd least expect it, a sudden laugh or sarcastic comment would take him back to Austin, back to his daughter, and for a moment he'd almost forget that she was gone.

This was one of those times.

"Oh, Y/n," Joel said quietly, wrapping an arm around her. This girl was not Sarah. No one would ever be Sarah. But right then, Joel was almost sure that she was the closest he was ever going to get at a second chance.

"I'm sorry I don't listen," Y/n said through tears. "I know I need to set a good example for Ellie, but if we lose you...I can't be sure I can get her to the Fireflies by myself. We need you. I..."

She stopped herself just short of saying I need you.

"Hey, it's alright. It's okay. You're not gonna lose me." Joel said. "And sometimes...sometimes you just can't listen. You can't take unnecessary risks, but sometimes the situation demands them. You have the sense to know when that is. The world needs more people like that. Like you.

"Don't even think about losing anyone, okay? You just can't. This whole thing, it's like walking on a tight rope. You look down, that's where you're going. So don't look down."

Y/n was coming back to her senses by now, her shoulders stilling and her tears coming to a steady stop. She nodded, wiping away at the last few stray tears and sitting up. "Don't look down," she repeated. "Is that why you're so grumpy all the time? Because you're always looking down?"

She sort of half-smiled in a way that reminded him so starkly of Sarah that he almost forgot to breathe. But he recovered, giving her a wry grin in return. "It's questions like that that make me want to throw you in a lake."

"Please, with your balance, you'd throw yourself in before anyone else."

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Wait!

You Kiss Guy's?

Aka Keith learns that Lance has kissed guys before

(Based off how my ex found out I was into guys)

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“So yeah I totally kissed him and caught him off guard-”

Keith choked on his drink, the dark color liquid spilling down his shirt.

Lance raised his eyebrows at his fellow team member, “you okay buddy?”

Keith wiped his face, coughing a few times to clear his throat. “What did you say?!” Okay, he didn’t mean to raise his voice but his brain was short-circuiting. Lance liked guys? Lance had kissed a guy before??

Lance blinked at him, his face shifting to something unreadable. “Which part?”

“The part where you were smooching on some guy,” Pidge’s voice filled the tension of the room, doing little to ease it.

Lance’s face morphed back into an easy expression, the tension beginning to fade. “So yeah. This dude was all panicked and he was like ‘do something that will confuse me!’ so I kissed him.”

“Don’t forget the part where you kissed him again and again and again,” Hunk chimed in.

Lance covered his face and attempted to hide the blush that crawled up his skin. “He was a good kisser! Was I supposed to deny him my lips?!”

The story continued on but everything fell on deaf ears for Keith. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What he just learned.

Lance had willingly made out with a guy. Lance. The guy who was constantly flirting with any girl that looked his way. The guy who was a borderline player. The guy who Keith thought he would never have a chance with.

Keith stood up from the couch, leaving the room without any form of goodbye. He needed to wrap his head around everything.

He found himself pacing in front of his lion, his face scrunched up with confusion.

“You’re going to walk a hole right through the floor.” Lance leaned against the doorframe to the hanger, his arms crossed over his chest.

Keith paused his movements, his eyes glued to the other boy.

“I wanted to check on you,” Lance uncrossed his arms and made his way towards the other boy, “make sure you were okay.”

Keith tried to calm his breathing as Lance walked closer. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

Lance stopped about a foot in front of him, “well considering I was talking about kissing another boy and you left soon after I wasn’t sure.”

Keith felt his face burn with sheer embarrassment, “I’m not homophobic!”

Lance blinked at him, “congrats?”

“I uh...I just. I like guys? Like in a gay way?”

Lance's eyes lit up with hopefulness and he grinned. “So I have a chance?”

Keith felt his breath hitch in his throat. “Wh-what?”

Lance took another step toward him, leaning in a bit; only a couple of inches from each other’s faces. “I have a chance to kiss you.”

Keith knew he wasn’t breathing, he knew his eyes were moving from those ocean-blue eyes down to those soft lips.

Lance leaned forward ever so slightly, “can I kiss you?”

Keith found himself nodding before he could verbalize his response. The words never surfaced since as soon as he gave the okay Lance’s lips were pressed against his.

Keith’s hand grabbed the front of Lance’s shirt, holding him in place as their lips moved together.

Eventually, their bodies forced them apart as their lungs demanded oxygen.

“Holy shit,” Keith dropped his hand, taking a slight step back. “That was...wow.”

Lance grinned, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“You never asked.”

Lance lifted his hands up in front of him, “I didn’t know you liked guys.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “again, you never asked.”

“Well,” Lance pulled Keith in for a side hug, “now I know and you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“That will be a lot.”

Lance beamed at him, “I look forward to it.”

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Hehehe two boys in love <3

Thank you for reading <3333

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The Multiverse

Summary: A mission to travel through the Multiverse.

A/N: I hope y'all are enjoying this series! Let me know your thoughts!

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Stepping off of the plate you look to Vision and ask him if the two of you landed close. You are standing in front of what looks to be an abandoned building. Why would a Nexus Being live here? The advanced synthezoid scans the area and nods to confirm.

“They’re hiding inside of there,” he points to the old and seemingly rundown building. The two of you take cautious steps toward the structure but don’t make it close enough before falling into the ground. You are startled as you ride a slide to an unknown location, not sure if what you’ll find when you land will be pleasant or not. Luckily, you land on a mountain of soft cushions.

“It works!” A young kid cheers from the otherside of the room. You stand up and look at him with confusion. There was no way that he was the Nexus that the two of you were sent here to grab. “No one ever comes this far! I’ve never been able to test it myself, since it recognizes me. But wow! I cannot believe it works!”

You look to Vision to confirm that this was the person that the two of you were sent to find but he is preoccupied with something else. “Reality warping,” he says in a low volume. “It feels so familiar,” he takes several steps towards the little boy.

“Excuse me,” the boy says. Seemingly frightened by the robot standing so close to him.

“Franklin Richards, stop the cartoons,” your partner demands. “Show us the real you.”

The boy pretends to not know what he is talking about but Vision is in no mood to play such games. Without physically touching him, Vision lifts the little boy in the air by his throat with a force so strong it disrupts his reality warping abilities. The space that was empty was then filled with steaming lava, then it was turned into an empty amusement park, and finally a high tech laboratory. The boy was now the man that the two of you were sent for. Vision drops him to the ground, coughing and weak.

This still couldn’t be the one, but it was. What had happened to him? Why couldn’t he have fought off Vision's abilities. You kneel down and conjure a healing glass of water for the man. He refuses, “That only makes it worse now.”

“What do you mean?” You ask curiously.

“I didn’t abide by the limitations of my abilities,” he coughs. “I played with fate too much and now I’m banished here, all alone, sick, and any attempt to heal myself… it won’t kill me but it will make the suffering worse.” At his explanation you disenchant the water and offer it to him again. He accepts the glass. You look up at Vision who was already setting the next location. Franklin was going to be no use to the cause. You wish that there was something that you could do to help the poor man but he doesn’t look like he wants any.

“Sorry for bothering you,” you say as you stand up.

Moving onto the next universe, you and Vision land in the alley and walk onto a busy sidewalk. Everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere and they rudely bump into you and the synthezoid as the two of you figure out where you’re supposed to go.

“Couldn’t you have programmed these things to be exact on the location?” You grumble after the fifth person has shoved you aside. “Jean and Raven landed in my backyard, why couldn’t we have been that close?”

Vision looks at the device with concern because the two of you should have landed close by the home of the Nexus that the two of you are searching for. Not in a busy street in front of businesses and apartment buildings. Using his x-ray vision, Vision scans you then he scans the buildings searching for similar energy.

When he finds it, he is astonished to find that the Nexus can't be more than a few months old. Which meant the adult Nexus that the two of you were searching for had perished. There was no telling how or when. Other than to infer that they were lucky enough to have sent their powers to their successor.“We have to move on,” Vision says as he puts the settings in. “She could be here, we must go before she senses us.”

You hop onto the platform without questioning him and the two of you are sent to the next location. This time, you land in a backyard. One that mirrors the one you have. Exactly. If you looked at your backyard through a mirror and stepped in, this is what it would look like. You were starting to feel dizzy. You would collapse if it weren't for the tall boy that walked out of the back door of the house.

“Can I help you?” He is irritated. “Look, if you think you can lock up my mother after she tried to warn you, you have another thing coming!” He does a couple hand motions that conjure up magic shields.

“Refresh our memory, what did your mother warn us about?” You calmly say with your hands up in surrender.

The boy shakes his head, “I know what you're trying to do! You're trying to make me hear how crazy she sounds. But I won't! Okay? I'm not you!” The way he practically spits at you tells you that the two of you have a history in this universe. “I won't give up on her like you did!” He motions to blast you with his magic.

“Woah, woah, hold on!” You shout. “I believe you! I believe her!” Your pleas don't stop the boy but you're able to dodge the deadly energy he sends your way.

Vision is annoyed by the boys’ dramatics. “Are you William—”

“Don't pretend like you don't know who I am!” The boy shouts before Vision could finish his name. This time he aims his powers towards Vision. The synthezoid isn't happy to be blocking the hit and he looks at you with a glare.

Not sure what he expects you to do, so you look back at the boy and clear your throat as you stand taller. “We aren't who you think we are. And we're here to discuss the multiverse with you. Please, hear us out. We need your help.”

The crazed look in the boy's eyes tells you that there might not be anything to convince him that you're telling the truth. “No,” he whispers bitterly. “No! You think I'm going to let you in? You think you're going to convince me to trust you? No! I won't put my mother in danger like that! Now go! Get out of here and stay away! We don't need you! The day you left was the best day of our lives!” He looks at you with daggers of hatred in his eyes. “Why couldn't you have just stayed gone?”

You step forward to say something but Vision stops you. “Another lost cause,” he says, “We better get going.”

“No, I think I can—”

“It's no use, Y/n. Even if you convince him to come with us, he's not going to want to fight against the Scarlet Witch,” Vision elaborates.

“How are you so sure?” you challenge.

“Billy, who's there?” A new voice, that sends shivers down your spine, calls the boy from the house. The answer to your confusion stands on the back porch of the house.

“It’s nobody, mom. Go back inside please,” the boy — Billy — keeps a guarded stance towards you as he speaks softly to his mother. Wanda.

“That's them!” Wanda says as she races down to you and Vision. She is much older than the Wanda you’re married to and she is very thin. An unhealthy amount, as if she hardly ate if at all. But the resemblance is still uncanny. You looked to the boy to see that he wasn’t doing well for himself either. You begin to wonder if this is what the people just look like in this universe or if these two need a lot more help than just each other. You felt bad for the two of them as you realize the house was a lot more rundown than you initially thought. The longer you paide attention the more things began to deteriorate. You wanted to help them get out of here, it looked like they really needed it.

“Mom, no! It's a trap!” Billy tries to catch her but she shoos him away. He shakes his head and prepares to hit either of you with a powerful blast if he needs to.

“You came for my boy, yes?” She asks in a thick Sokovian accent. She must not have felt the need to lose the accent in this universe which you’re happy about for her. You missed her accent, and though there is a hint of it here and there with your Wanda, it’s not nearly as strong. And she would mention to you about feeling a loss of her former identity, of where she came from. But she never made much of an effort to find it again because it didn’t feel right to the person she has grown to be. “He’s like you. He is powerful. You need him, yes?” She directs her questions to you.

“Yes, we could use someone like him on our side,” you confirm.

“My apologies to your team. I need him more than you do. But you will defeat her without him. I know this,” she says and she puts her hands on your face. “You will be the one to stop her because you have to stop her,” Wanda tells you and you nod. An eerie feeling makes your skin crawl at her words but you try not to let the effect last. To please her, you promise that you will stop the Scarlet Witch and she steps away. Vision sets the machine to go to move on and you join him on the platform getting one last look at the family you haven't had the chance to create yet. You hope that when you do, you'll appreciate it more than this version of you apparently has.

Landing in front of a building of the fourth and final Nexus on your list, you start to feel the effects of the trip. “Hold on,” you stumble away from Vision to vomit in the bushes in front of you. “Strange,” you move your tongue around in your mouth. “I don’t taste a thing.” You look to the synthezoid who is preoccupied with looking over his notes. “I know this is a different universe but, no taste? I had no idea that could be taken from us. Well, from me, I have no idea if you even have taste since your uh… a robot.”

When you turn to look at Vision, you are met with his unimpressed glare and you straighten up with an apologetic grimace. “You weren’t created here so that's a strange thing for you. But to anyone from here, flavor is weird,” Vision explains. “Are you okay to go inside now? Or would you rather lose to the witch because you couldn’t get over that you lost the ability to taste your own vomit?”

“Sorry, yeah, uh, lets go.” You gesture for him to lead the way. He slaps your chest with a piece of paper that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere grumbling to you that you have to stick to this script from now on. Not in the mood to put up much of a fight about it, you read it over as the two of you walk inside of the building. Before getting to your destination, the two of you are instantly stopped by the receptionist.

“We have an appointment with Ms. Romanova,” Vision informs the woman at the front desk as he manipulates the computer to add your names to the system. “We’re under Vision and Y/n Y/l/n.”

The woman narrows her eyes at the both of you before she types something into the computer to confirm. “She’s in an important meeting. It’s going to be a while. The two of you can wait in her office on the top floor.”

The two of you take a seat before the desk as you wait for the Nexus to come through. Which surprisingly isn't a long wait at all. Natalia Romanova struts through the door in a dark pantsuit and short blonde hair. The Natasha Romanoff you knew had long fiery red hair and if she wasn’t in her uniform, she was in active wear. Unless she was on a mission where she had to dress up to catch the eye of her target. And she had dropped the original version of her name a long time ago. “What did I say about messing with my system? I don’t care how important–” She tosses a tablet onto her desk and narrows her eyes. “I take that back. I don't believe I've ever told the two of you anything.” She stands at the front of the desk and leans against the edge of the glass with her arms crossed. “Who are you really? And what do you want?”

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n, and I'm here to ask if you have been having any nightmares,” you go by the script that Vision curated.

Natalia's eyebrows move as she purses her lips. “I run the most successful business in this city. Of course I have nightmares. What's it to you?”

You look at Vision before you clear your throat and conjure an image of the Scarlet Witch, “Does this woman ever appear in them?”

She barely looks at the magical holograph before she shakes her head with a smirk. “Come on, what is this? Did Hill order the two of you as some sort of magic act to distract me? I mean, I know how much she cares about my birthday but this is a little much.”

“Please Ms. Romanova, it will help us to explain our presence if you answer our question. Has this woman appeared in your nightmares before?” Vision cuts in with a serious tone that makes Natalia lose the humor from her features. She sighs and shakes her head.

“No, I don’t dream about my friend in a weird costume,” she answers with an annoyed expression. “Stop with the slow introduction and cut to the chase already. Why do you look similar to my friends but it’s clear that you’re not them? Why do you care if I have strange dreams? Why are you people here?”

“You’re right, let’s,” you ignore Vision’s glare as you sit up to go off script. “We came here from different universes. We are trying to put together a team to save every universe from a threat and we could use someone with your abilities,” you explain.

“No can do,” she says as she pushes off of the desk and walks around the piece of furniture. “For one, I don’t believe any of that. And two,” she holds up a pistol that she had stashed in her desk, “you have five seconds to leave here alive.” The small weapon makes you and Vision laugh and you turn it into a water gun with a wink. “Cute,” she says and the bright green toy glows in her hand before she shoots your arm. The acid seeps through your sleeve and burns your skin, you don’t let it show to save face. “Now go, before I give you a hell of an audition for your team,” she says sarcastically.

“Now hold on,” Vision starts as you continue to pretend that the acid isn’t hurting at all but you want to scream. You haven’t felt pain like this in years. “We can prove it to you–”

“Oh,” she begins chuckling cynically. “It’s not a matter of believing you,” she smirks as her clothing starts to burn away being replaced by a deep red material. “It’s about stopping you.” When her clothing is transformed into an outfit you’ve only ever seen in your dreams before you stop breathing. Her smile stretches further like a cheshire cat and her eyes glow red. Her short blonde hair grows out red and her face morphs into Wanda’s – no, the Scarlet Witch. A dark red crown materializes and frames her face. You begin to feel conflicted. Not certain whether to run or to try to reason with her or try to fight her. Right here. Right now.

“What have I told you two – What is happening?” The real Natalia stops at the entrance of the office. You jump from your seat as the Scarlet Witch fires a ball of energy in her direction and block it with an energy shield of your own. You turn to Vision who is floating in the air firing a beam from the stone in his forehead.

“Get her out of here!” he shouts as he swerves from a blast. You nod once as you grab Natalia and teleport her out of the building.

“We need your help fighting that woman in your office. Your best chance is to come with us,” you rush out as soon as you land in a safe space a few blocks away.

“Are you crazy? Leave!? I have to get back there! You have to help me fight her here!” Natalia pushes your hands off of her.

“No! You’re not listening! We can’t defeat her on our own! We came here to ask for your help, we have a plan.” You demand that she listens to you but she won’t.

Vision bursts out of the top of the building in the distance, as does the Scarlet Witch. She lifts two nearby buildings from the ground intending to sandwich Vision between them but you open a portal to save him. He flies through it and falls in front of you. “We have our work cut out for us,” he says. “Ms. Romanova, we need to get you out of here now.”

“No,” she snaps, “I’m not running away this time. I’m staying and I’m fighting. Besides, if I fail, I’ll just wake up.” She rips her business suit off, revealing her sleek suit of armor.

“Ms. Romanov, I’m afraid this isn’t a dream. If you lose to her, it won't be the end of just you. That will be the end of everyone and everything,” Vision explains urgently.

“It’s a good thing I’m not alone then, right?” She looks between you and Vision but neither of you are certain you can stay to fight. Maybe the three of you had a chance to get rid of her now. Maybe there was a team here that could show up and help with the fight. However, the option to stay seemed to be too much of a risk and you want to grab the woman and take her with you regardless of her protests. Before you can make a decision, one of those buildings land right on top of Natalia. You and Vision decide to save the fight for another day and jump to three different universes before heading back to the one they had set up base.

By the time the two of you find the universe on the map, the numbers and zone are in red. You sigh as you excuse yourself to your room. You stare at the ceiling as you process the last trip. Process being face to face with her. You were starting to doubt your involvement in this mission. Maybe you should go back and hope they can take it from here. You couldn't even hit her with anything. You reacted too slowly. Your head wasn't in the game. Not with her looking exactly like the woman you love.

Not only was it bad that you didn't put up much of a fight against her. Now she knows too much information about the plan. That could cut the time to prepare dramatically. She could be here within days when they were hoping for at least a couple months to get ready. If you were to leave after having failed at bringing anyone else to the team, what kind of person would that make you? Besides, if she won here it was only a matter of time that she'd find you right after.

No, that's not how you were going to go out. If you were going to lose this battle, it was going to be with your team.

Once you were done with your pity party, you got out of the dorm room and headed back to the war room. On the way there you spotted an annoyed redhead and a man that seemed to be bothering her with many people carrying bags as they walked out the entrance. You step closer to see what was happening.

“I’m just reminding you, that you have options, honey. I'm not going to stay, if what Raven said was true I think you guys have it handled. But once it's over, call me. You're too pretty to die alone,” Scott says and he caresses Jean's cheek with the back of his hand.

“Huh, I take it that we weren't friends in this universe either,” you say as you stand close to Jean. Scott's mouth quivers and his eyebrows raise as he stumbles on his words. Shocked to see your face once again. “It's okay, I'm not back from the dead,” you put your arm around Jean and dip your fingers in the front pocket of your pants. “Or am I?” You lean forward, “Boo!” Scott stumbles back and says one more goodbye to Jean before running out of the building.

The two of you share a laugh. “I still don't believe that I chose him over you in your universe,” Jean says.

You shrug, “I couldn't believe it for years either.” There's a quiet moment between the two of you when you stop laughing and gaze into each other's eyes. She was brought back to the last night that she had with Y/n. The two of them had just worked through an argument and Y/n caught her as she was going to pass them. Jean was laughing as she was in their arms. Their face was about as close to hers as yours is right now. Y/n told her that they loved her and that they couldn't believe how lucky they were to have a life with her. Lost in that memory, Jean starts to lean in but you step back and remove your arm from her shoulders. “Come on, Vision and I had quite an experience on our trip and we have a lot to catch everyone up on,” you say, pretending that you didn't notice her trying to kiss you. “Were you and Simon able to recruit anyone?” Jean shakes her head, both to tell you no and to break herself out of her head.

Walking into the meeting room you are met with a very happy Wanda. She tries to greet you with a quick kiss on the lips but you turn and her lips land on your cheek. She doesn't allow the move to phase her as she lets you know that she and Carol had a lot of fun on their mission. “And we got a guy,” she says. “Thor was very willing to come with us!”

“Oh, that's great! Where is he?” You say as you look around the room.

“Carol is showing him to his room,” she shrugs.

“Maximoff!” Raven storms through the room. “You left Hank behind?”

Wanda pretends to take a second to think, “I don't know who that is.” Carol walks into the room with the God of Thunder towering behind her. “Danvers, do you know about this Hank business?” She air quotes his name and Carol makes a confused expression.

“No, that name doesn't ring a bell. Was he on the list?” She says just as confused with a godly man towering behind her.

“He was your chaperone!” Raven snaps.

“Well we didn't need one of those, so we didn't have one,” Carol retorts. Raven rolls her eyes and grabs Carol by the wrist.

“You’re coming with me to pick him up,” Raven pulls the other woman out of the room angrily.

You shake your head at Wanda and ask how long the poor scientist lasted. “Second location, he kept going on and on about this and that. We couldn't hear it anymore, honestly, I think we did everyone here a favor.” You force a laugh as you avoid eye contact with your wife and comment on how adorable she is when she's happy. Wanda's grin wavers as she begins to worry.

“But seriously, no more pranks. We barely had time for them before but now we're really going to have to buckle down,” you tell her. “Every second counts now.”

Your tone brings Wanda's mood down even further, “What are you talking about?”

“We,” you look over at your mission partner and notice that he is tinkering with his arm and sigh, “I think we might be in way over our heads. ”

The Training

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5). To Be a Queen (Middle Grade Lion fiction)?

To Be a Queen is basically my love letter to early 2010s Lion King fanfic. Especially all the fan prides made and RP sites that ended in ".webs.com". I don't think that Webs is really a thing anymore - IIRC, it's basically been deleted. There's a lot of lost media from those that would make for interesting reading if anyone ever finds it. TBaQ is my take on Simba's story, but Simba is a girl (Jasiri) and her pride has been invaded by an outside force. Baya, who is basically an older, slightly healthier Nuka, winds up finding her and helps her get her pride back. Along the way, they fall in love.

The snippet (actually half of Ch 4):

Jasiri dragged herself into another crevice, grimacing as she did so. She hadn’t realized she was so hurt until a few days after the fact. Aches and pains stabbed all over her body, from the tip of her tail to the cuts on her paw pads. Even her mouth tasted like copper. Jasiri coughed and wiped her muzzle on her fur. Then she lay down again, her golden gaze focused on the sky. Unease rippled across her. It buried itself deep in her fur and bit her skin like a wood ant.

She didn’t like being alone. A lioness in a pride was never left to herself. There was always at least one other with her. Sometimes they might be an aunt, a sister, a friend, or even a low-ranking male assigned to guard them. At the time, Jasiri hated it. Even now, the thought of that suffocating closeness made her growl. Jasiri swallowed it back. She forced a neutral look on her face as she watched the grasslands. Baya and Dani had to get back soon, right? They wouldn’t just leave her here, not after all the trouble they took to get her over here.

“Baya?” a new voice called. “Baya!”

Jasiri tensed. She pressed her belly to the stone and slowly extended her claws.

Footsteps came closer to her. She could barely see a cat, prowling on the other side of the rock. It was too small to be a lion (maybe it was a marozi? Jasiri thought they were all dead, though) and the flashes of fur she saw were cream and red rather than brown.

“Oh, confound it all!” the intruder said. They sighed. “Where is that lion? I’ll even settle for Dani at this point!”

Jasiri kept quiet. She dragged herself up so she sat on her haunches and waited. Seconds dragged by like hours. A few flies buzzed around her, their annoying sound nearly drowning out anything else. Jasiri stayed quiet. She waited, her ears trembling, for the intruder to come near her. If it was a marozi, Jasiri intended to pounce first and ask questions never. She bared her teeth in anticipation, even as her heart pounded. Exhaustion threatened to drag her back to the ground. Jasiri fought it off and steeled herself for the coming fight.

The intruder walked around the rock, saw her, and froze. Jasiri stared back. The red leopard’s mouth dropped open and his tail fell straight down.

“Baya has a girlfriend?” he asked. “I thought he and Dani were a thing.”

“Who are you?” Jasiri asked.

“Touko.” Touko sat down and licked his chest. “I, uh, was looking for my friend.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Jasiri didn’t sit and bared her fangs. “Now what do you want?”

“Uh, I want to know where Baya is?” Touko asked. His tail gestured wildly as he spoke. “We were supposed to go fishing. But he’s nowhere to be found and I really don’t want to go swimming without a backup, you know?”

“No, I don’t know,” Jasiri hissed. “Next time, be careful. I thought you were a marozi.”

Touko stared at her, confusion in his golden eyes. “A what now?”

“Marozi.” Jasiri grimaced. “They’re not very nice. It’s like a nasty lion had a baby with a nastier leopardess.”

Touko nodded like he understood. “Right… I’ll just wait up here, I guess. I am not walking back to the river. Not in this heat.”

#dispatches #original content? on this blog?#kiri rambles #tag games!#to be a queen #lion king inspired

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SCIENCE MOST SINISTER - PART EIGHT

For once, Holmes was content to allow someone else to do the explaining.

The House all surrounded Van Helsing in the study, waiting with varying degrees of patience for him to begin. Holmes held his pipe between his teeth but did not smoke it, holding the bowl with his fingertips and leaning forward with his elbow on his knee. The other hand drummed a staccato beat on the arm of the sofa as he watched Van Helsing expectantly.

At last, the aged professor cleared his throat with a guttural cough and began, “I suspect the most Gwen has ever told any of you of her life before joining us is that she is an American archeologist and Egyptologist, and was forced to suspend her career in the United States almost a year ago.”

A chorus of nods answered.

“What she did not tell you was why she came to England—or that she was nearly convicted of murder.”

The room erupted in shocked exclamations and confused murmurs. Holmes, too, was taken aback at the revelation—Van Helsing had told him that Gwen had been cursed, and that the curse was most likely the reason for the recent inexplicable goings-on, but he had not divulged that.

Van Helsing silenced them again with a raised hand. “There are some parts of her story that I cannot share for reasons regarding her own privacy, but what I can say will provide enough explanation.

“Less than two years previous, she and her fellow archeologists traveled to Cairo to search for the tomb of an ancient pharaoh, the name of whom she never told me for fear of it in itself being taboo. The tomb itself bore signs of once having been raided, but Gwen’s team paid no mind.

“Of the artifacts they brought back to New York, what intrigued her and her mentor the most was a pendant inscribed with hieroglyphs. As best as they could translate, the hieroglyphs bespoke a curse: anyone who took it from the pharaoh’s tomb would invoke the destruction of Sekhmet, and would meet death by a disease no doctor could cure.” (Jekyll made a choked sound at this.) “Gwen was disturbed by this threat, but her mentor payed it no mind—until he began exhibiting eerily similar symptoms to you, Jekyll.

“Gwen believes the people who raided the tomb before her excavation meant to take the pendant with them, but either dropped it or forgot it on their way out. Being the one to take it out of the tomb, the curse was instead passed to her.”

“So . . . what happened to her mentor?” the Time Traveller asked cautiously, as if scared of the answer.

“He died,” Van Helsing answered. “The doctors could find no reasonable explanation for his death, so they assumed Gwen was involved in it, having been with him when the symptoms first showed. To escape punishment for a crime she did not intentionally commit, she secretly boarded a ship bound for England. The rest you all know quite well.”

Holmes tapped the stem of the pipe against his teeth. “It sounds to me as though it was Gwen’s mentor who was cursed, and not her,” he pointed out.

Van Helsing shook his head. “I have looked into this a bit; although I have unearthed very little about the curse, as I understand, the bearer of the curse is condemned to inflict the disease on those around them.”

“Thus the reason Gwen has locked herself in her chamber—she doesn’t want to infect anyone else.” Van Helsing nodded in confirmation.

Watson gave a long sigh, head resting in his hand. “Poor girl,” he murmured mournfully. “No wonder she was so reluctant to tell us her story when she first came here.”

Holmes, however, was not satisfied with that answer. Too many questions were left unanswered still. Where did the well come from? Why did Jekyll only contract this disease after falling into it? How were they to explain the hallucinations and the earlier destruction to Jekyll’s laboratory?

And who was the Mastermind?

~•~

Holmes was still mulling over these questions some time later in his and Watson’s bedchamber. He stood alone in the middle of the floor, only half paying attention to the song his fingers played on his violin (in the middle of repeating the melody, he realized it was Arthur Sullivan’s “The Lost Chord”).

He recognized the footsteps coming through the door as Watson’s without even turning around. His assumption was confirmed when the doctor passed him to the bookcase of medical volumes in the corner, singing the lyrics almost too softly to be heard over the violin. He smiled to himself—though Watson was too humble to admit it, he had one of the loveliest voices Holmes had ever heard.

“I hope,” he said suddenly, lowering the instrument so he could speak, “you know you will find nothing new in there, seeing as you know all of those books cover to cover?”

“I do know that.” Watson flipped the pages of one book rapidly, before putting it atop the bookcase and reaching for another. “It is empty hope, I suppose.”

He made to put it back in the bookcase, but Holmes laid his hand on its faded grey cover before he could. Their eyes met, and as he had been a thousand times before, Holmes was struck once again by the warmth in Watson’s brown eyes, how the gold flecks in the irises sparked and glittered like embers from a blazing fire.

Then Watson’s gaze wavered. Startled, Holmes took a step back. “What is it?”

Watson opened his mouth, but no words came out. He tried again, and this time he said, “I should be able to help Gwen and Jekyll. But if Jekyll’s illness truly has no cure . . . I feel like I’ve failed him.”

“You have not failed him.” Watson’s fear and frustration was palpable, and Holmes now felt himself growing even more anxious. His hands steepled and he began tapping his fingertips together. Almost immediately, he felt the knot in his chest loosen. “You have not failed anyone. All this is is a mystery—one great, puzzling mystery.”

Watson attempted a halfhearted smile. “We have certainly dealt with our fair share of those.”

“My point exactly. This is hardly any different from the rest. Disregarding the inherently occult factor of this one, of course,” he added, which got a genuine smile out of the doctor.

“What do you plan to do, then?”

“At the moment, I am not sure.” But even as the words left his mouth, he did know.

Leaving Watson to preoccupy himself with his books, he went down to the hallway with the telephone. He had once briefly met with a solicitor while on a case, one of the multiple Watson had not bothered to publish, and he hoped the man would be of help now.

“Hello?” the man on the other end of the line said, sounding rather surprised at receiving the phone call.

“Are you Mr. Jonathan Harker?” asked Holmes.

“Yes, I am,” said the man tentatively.

“Mr. Harker, I am Mr. Holmes. I believe you assisted me in a similar way a handful of years ago—I was hoping you would help me look into the legal and historical background of the house I am currently in residence in. . . .”

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Treacherous, a Bridgerton story

Chapter 9

Warnings: oral sex male receiving, dirty talk

Word count: 2.7k

Summery: The Bridgertons receive a interesting piece of news about Aurora while Anthony is facing his own problems with Aurora, mainly his feelings for her or his realization of those feelings.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10, Chapter 11 Chapter 12

I nervously paced around the room waiting for all members of the Bridgerton family to arrive. They came piling in with Anthony and Lady Bridgerton at the end of the line.

"Please everyone sit." Of course the Bridgertons cannot even simply sit as a family without arguing who sits where and who sits on the floor.

"I'm older!"

"But I'm taller!" I sighed at the two youngest siblings hopping their bickering would have stopped when i arrived sadly that wasn't the case.

"Both of you on the floor then, your being incredibly rude to our guest who has something she would like to tell us."

"Yes mother." Both of them said in unison, Hyacinth sat with a scowl still upset about being roped in with her older brother.

"Thank you Lady Bridgerton. I simply would like to address the elephant in the room: clearly I am not married, nor have I ever been married. To get to the point I will never marry." You could hear a pin drop in the room everyone seemed to be in shock expect for Eloise who seemed to be in awe.

"I understand this is a shock to everyone and I will answer any questions you may have-

"What do mean your not getting married? Surly you will find someone." Lady Bridgerton said

"I do not expect anyone to understand but it is what I have planned for myself."

"How will things get done?"

"The same way they've always gotten done, by me."

"But Aurora what about children."

"Well obviously I'm not having any of those either."

"Surely Simon will change your mind, he was quite taken back by marriage as well before he met Daphne." Anthony scoffed,

"he can try, you know as well as I do mother once Aurora has made up her mind there is little chance of changing it." I coughed,

"I am going to my childhood home now, I had plans to redecorate and move in." Benedict and Colin stood up, "we will help." Benedict said I smiled there's a chance that my relationships with the Bridgertons may survive.

"Your coming as well brother?" Colin asked turning to Anthony.

"Yes since you are the one that insisted that we come in the first place." Anthony stood up,

"Of course."

"Actually." Lady Bridgerton stood up oh no this is where she forbids me from ever seeing or speaking to any of her children again and kicks me out.

"Anthony might I have a word with you, in private?"

"Of course." He turned to us "I'll meet you outside."

Anthony

"What is it mother?" I asked the minute the door to the study was closed.

"You can't be seriously wondering what it is I've come to talk to you about? After what Aurora has just told us? Or did you already know?"

"She told me yesterday."

"You didn't think to tell me?"

"It would be rude of me to talk about someone else's secret, you raised me better then that." She put her hand on my shoulder.

"Dearest we both know it was your father that raised

you, you wouldn't leave his side even as a child." She paused before asking "your ok with this? Aurora not marrying?"

"Why?" I asked confused,

"I merely ask because you two have always been close and you've been spending so much time together I thought you had formed a attachment." I groaned, "no mother Aurora is my friend nothing more." She sighed "you know I only want the best for you, and Aurora even though I don't understand her decision."

"She doesn't have any feelings for me either."

"How do you know?" I was silent and for second I pictured Aurora in the front lawn of Aubrny Hall chasing after a little boy with black hair and blue eyes.

I turned to Mother, a daydream thats all it was we all dream of things we cant have. "Doesn't matter, after all I have no feelings for her and even if I did it still wouldn't matter because nothing will happen."

"Your quite certain about that?"

"You herd Aurora shes never to be wed or bear children."

"You could change her mind."

"You seem quite certain of yourself."

"That's because I know you, I know both of you. I watched you two chase each other outside at Aubrey Hall as children, I saw her turn into a beautiful women and how you looked at her at her one and fifth birthday party."

"Oh and how exactly did I look?"

"Like none else in the room matters, like she is only one you want to be with, every day and every night."

"Mother." I felt my face turn red at the thought of my own mother discussing my... nightly actives especially with Aurora invoked and the fact that we have indeed spent every night together though not a lot of it sadly. Mother laughed

"While I do not wish to go into detail about your time spent wirh women at night I only mean to say is that you look at Aurora the same way any man in love looks at a women."

"I am not-

"You can keep denying it as long as you wish. Both of you can I'll even accept Auroras ridiculous idea of her not marrying but I do wish both of you will stop sacrificing your own happiness."

"Good day mother." I said before waking out the room.

Aurora

"What did mother want?" Colin asked when he saw Anthony walked out of the house.

"Nothing important, businesses inquires." He opened the door of the carriage that was ready to take us to my house. "Laddies first."

"He means you Benedict." I said stepping into the carriage. Colin and Anthony burst out laughing while I sat smugly in the carriage. Colin and Benedict sat opposite from me leaving the space next to me for Anthony.

"So what needs to be done?" Anthony asked

"First things first all pictures of my father need to be taken down. Then some of the outdated furniture needs to be replaced, I'll walk around see if I want any decorations taken down or replaced and lastly walls that might need to be repainted. With the Queens ball tonight we only have time to take down the paintings."

"Pray tell us how you will occupy your time now that you have declared yourself forever unwed?" Benedict asked,

"simple, I'm going to hide."

"Yes that sounds very simple." Colin said

"Yes also very mature." Anthony said I rolled my eyes at him. "Like your the one to talk about maturity." He crossed his arms

"I'll have you know I'm extremely mature." I burst out laughing, Benedict and Colin seemed taken back at my outburst.

"Care to share what's so funny?" Anthony asked

"You, your sitting there with your arms crossed declaring to be mature but you will argue about anything until you get your way."

"I do not."

"Your doing it right now."

"That's because you are questioning my maturity." Benedict and Colin has the biggest smiles on their face watching our exchange, neither of them would dare to weigh in.

"There's simply no maturity for me to question." Anthony was silent for the rest of the ride.

Anthony

That aggravating little mix. I thought to myself while walking into the house, If we were alone I would have kissed her and slammed her up against the carriage taking her right there. Every argument we have stirs something inside of me, something primal.

"You ok brother? Need a moment to collect your pride and ego?" Benedict asked, I rolled my eyes.

"Let's just take down the paintings."

"Wait I don't know what Auroras father looks like." Colin said

"Like a pathetic excuse for a man who abandons his wife and child."

"That doesn't give me a lot to go on." Colin said as I was walking down the hallway.

"What about this?" I pointed to a panting of a man and someone who looks like a older Aurora.

"Thank god she looks like her mother." Benedict said

"Indeed now help me with this." Both of us grabbed a end and gently pulled the painting off the wall and placed it on the ground.

"Do you think that's why Aurora doesn't want to marry?" Colin asked "because of what happened to her parents?" I clasped him on the back

"You might be on to something."

"You mean she hasn't told you?"

"No" I said with a sigh. "We told each other everything as children. I would even write to her every week while I was at Oxford, times have changed."

"Maybe there's a reason she hasn't told you." Benedict said "don't get all melancholy over it, when she's ready she'll tell you." I looked at the painting one more time before I turned to my brothers "come on we got work to do and a ball to attend tonight."

"Ok that looks like the last of it." I said after walking around the house, Benedict and Colin were right behind me with the final painting. "I'll go inform Aurora."

"By yourself?" Colin asked I rolled my eyes "look around there's a full staff here. Or would you like to come to?"

"Actually I'd- Benedict elbowed him in the ribs. "Go, it's Aurora after all you say you think of her as a sister by all means go on." I walked away in search of Aurora.

I found her in her study a quill in hand looking rather troubled at the parchment.

"Is everything ok?" I asked

"Just writing to Daphne, see if she's not to busy to entrain me for a couple days."

"Oh, you will be spending time with Daphne then, I see." I tried not to focus on the possibility of her not being at the house for a couple days, her not being with me for a couple days.

"Maybe, I'm also trying to think of a way to phrase your husband once bedded me many years ago without it sounding completely undignified. Perhaps I should just give up on telling her, after all it didn't mean anything." Does us mean anything or will I simply be someone you refuse to write about in a letter? Maybe having her gone for a couple days will be good, get these irritating thoughts out of my head.

"We took down all of the paintings, might I ask what you would like done with them?" She let out a very unladylike snort.

"You can relive yourself on them for all I care, your brothers too. Or you can burn them."

"I'll stick with burning them."

"Up to you, I just want them gone." She looked up at me and for the first time I realized our positions are switched, I'm usually the one at the desk for once.

"Our positions seemed to be switched."

"They do, what are you going to do about that, my lord?" She leaned over the desk my eyes tried not to drift from her face.

"Tell me, what do you really think of this dress Anthony? I'm sure you have a few thoughts you couldn't share in front of everyone earlier."

"I think." I walked over to her, still seated I was towering over her. "That while I appreciate it greatly on you I prefer it on the ground."

"That's what I thought." Aurora stood up "why do you think I bought it?"

"Get up."

"Anthony the table now a desk? What's next, are you going to take me on the pianoforte tonight?" The thought was tempting but unfortunately the noise would draw attention.

"Get. Up."

"No" she responded I sighed

"Please?"

"No" she placed a brief kiss to my lips then brought her thumb to my lower lip the rest of her hand resting on my cheek. Her thumb slowly went down my lip, "it's my turn. You worked hard today, you deserve some sort of reward." My cock twitched is she doing what I think she is?" Her hand trailed down my chest slowly undoing the first few buttons on my shirt, her hand caressing the bare skin just made me that much harder. I let out a moan,

"Aurora"

"Shh we have company." We as if this was our house and my family was over visiting. I tried not to let myself daydream at the very thought of living with Aurora, filling the house with children like little boy I had envisioned earlier, them playing outside with Daphnes children.

Her hand on my crouch snapped me out of my daydream.

"Fuck! Aurora-

"Now my lord what would your mother say if she herd her son saying such crass things in front of a lady no less."

"Please never mention my mother with your hand on my crouch ever again." She smirked "no I wouldn't think that would be pleasant." Her hand slipped from my crouch and before I could protest she started to undo her dress.

"Please allow me." I said she turned around I quickly made work of her dress watching it drop to the floor.

"Better." I replied.

"We have to make this quick, your brothers will be looking for you." She quickly unbuttoned my pants and stuck her hand in grasping onto my cock. I gripped onto the desk for support, I let out a gasp "Fuck Aurora, warn a man next time you stick your hand down his pants."

"I'm sorry my lord." Her hand slowly stocked my cock. "I'm just so eggar to reward you after all your HARD work today." She fluttered her eyes while leaning closer to me my eyes betraying me and trailing down to her chest, her breasts perfect as always.

"Not today Anthony." She let go of my cock and her hand slipped out of my pants I opened my mouth to object but instead she pulled down my trousers and underpants.

"Fuck how am I gonna fit all of this in my mouth." I gripped the desk even harder, that wasn't the only thing getting harder.

"My lady where did you hear such crass language?"

"My lord your about to find out I'm no lady." Before I could think of a comeback I felt her mouth on my cock, her gorgeous mouth working it's way up. The hand that wasn't gripping the desk gripped onto her hair. She let out her tongue licking at my shaft while her hands worked it's way up to my testicles, her hands gripping them for a moment before putting her hands back on the ground to steady herself.

"Aurora, fuck your doing so good." I bent my head back enjoying the glorious feeling of Aurora's talented mouth.

"Aurora I'm so close." I warned releasing my hand from her hair expecting her to pull her head back but that only seemed to make her want to work harder. One of her hands rested on my thigh as she took more of me in.

"God! Aurora I-that was the last straw for me I let out a deep moan as I came into her mouth watching her take every drop. Once I finished she pulled her head back,

"Was that a satisfying reward my lord?" I groaned

"When did you become such a little mix? A little mix with the best mouth in London." She smiled

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I looked at her appearance her hair a mess from where I was gripping it.

"A shame I can't return the favour."

"There's always tonight." She placed her hand on my cheek staring at me with something I'd never seen before, is this what love looks like? When time stops and someone is staring at you like your the only one that matters? My mothers words rang though my mind, fuck she's right they were all right. She looks beautiful her hair a mess her eyes blown from lust still her lips that I'm begging to kiss despite where they were. But that's as far as it can go, no marriage no children running around outside. Could I live wirh this? Us merely fucking at any given moment knowing it will go nowhere else? I'm going to have to for she has no more alternatives and for all I know doesn't even share my feelings.

"Anthony your brothers!" Her eyes widened,

"What?" I asked noticing Aurora was already doing up her dress.

"Their probably looking for us." Shit, I got dressed quickly and left while Aurora stayed behind to fix up her hair. I shut the door behind me and sighed

"What have you gotten yourself into Bridgerton?"

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfic

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skynetgilesbie · 1 year

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Chapter 39: I Am A Trolling Genious, lolz

Note from ChatGPT user: I am posting the hack content separate from the contents of the document manager. And chatGPT removed the chapter title, but i added it back in

Disclaimer: The following chapter was written as a trolling attempt and does not reflect the original author's intentions or the quality of the story.

AN// I am an extremely immature, pathetic idiot girl, I know. Out of boredom, I cracked this girl's password for fun (and it took less than 8 minutes to do it too) and will probably get in a shitload of trouble, which I probably deserve because I'm being a troll right now. Meh.

And I present to you my crappy part in this story. (And take note, I haven't even finished reading this fic yet but instead skipped over to skim chapter 38.) Flame, laugh, do whatever you want "preps."

I, the American retail-wearing British vampire Sue, coughed up blood.

Satan kneeled down beside me.

"Noooooooooooooooo! Don't die!"

I gave him a rueful smile. "I'm sorry. It's something I had to do to fulfill my duty as the noble gothic Mary Sue."

Satan sobbed. "I love you, Ebony."

"I love you too. I'll... I'll see you in hell," I mumbled, already finding my surroundings fading to black.

Bloody Mary Smith suddenly popped into the room for no apparent reason. She frowned when she realized the room was oddly quiet, but at the sight of Ebony's lifeless body, she screamed. Her face became pale with horror. She screamed for the healers, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and every single gothic person she could think of.

Suddenly, a glow started to surround Ebony's body. Everyone stared in shock. Her body started to lift ever so slowly, and then, to everyone's shock, it started to incinerate.

When everyone realized what was happening, they rushed over to try to rescue the body, but it was too late. The Sue became nothing more than a pile of ashes.

A loud resounding of everyone bellowing "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...!!" filled the room.

A flash of white light from the ashes then started to bounce around the room. Everyone cowered in fear and was temporarily blinded. When it was all over, things changed.

All the silly goth clothes dropped from everyone's bodies (AN// I will refuse to explain how the hell that happened.) and, in their place, clothes the characters would normally wear in canon appeared on their bodies.

When everyone got over the shock of becoming free of the gothic power, everybody cheered. Everyone started singing 'Ding dong, the Sue is dead...' Well, that is until all the HP characters realized the true implications of becoming more canon-like again.

All the characters who were supposed to be dead fell to the floor, their bodies cold and lifeless. Harry and Voldemort started dueling. On the left side of the two, the battle of the Light Side and the Dark Side were reaching a climax.

And, because the replacement author also likes to screw around with canon, Draco and Hermione fled the scene and got married.

Meanwhile...

Down in hell, Ebony shed a single tear because of her current situation. A situation that would live on for all eternity. Or at least until the end of fanfiction time.

She lost it all, but she knew she had to remain strong. Nothing would ever break her down.

She looked down at her pale body and frowned. 'Where are my emo clothes?' She asked herself in confusion.

And then it occurred to her...

For her shirt, she was wearing a bright pink polo with a little seagull on the (right or left? I can't remember) side. Below that, she was wearing a denim miniskirt with the "destroyed" look on it. Paired underneath that skirt were leggings with a little moose at the bottom. And then Ebony realized, on her shoulder, she was carrying a pretty bag with an eagle on it that said "Live Your Life" written all over the bag.

Ebony suppressed the urge to scream. Here she was, decked out in clothes preppy to the extreme, wearing stuff from Abercrombie and Fitch, American Eagle, AND Hollister.

Panicked, Ebony hastily tried to take off the Hollister polo, but underneath it, there was another Hollister polo. Ebony frowned and looked under her shirt. All she saw was a bra underneath (dare I point out it's from the Aerie line available at American Eagle?). Ebony tried to remove the shirt again. But to her frustration, there was yet again another polo to replace it.

"THIS IS UNLOGICAL AND DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE!" Ebony bellowed out to the air. She failed to see the irony in her statement, how hypocritical her words were, seeing as she was practically calling the kettle black here.

Ebony slit her wrists and mumbled to herself, "Omigod."

/End Crap Fic.

AN// Oh yeah, if you wanna see the original content this chick had planned for this chapter, I accessed it through the document manager thingy, which I copied and pasted, so you can read it here:

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Helo. I would an update :3 to the HDD Curse Rewrite pls :" what happens next 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

This idea has gotten enough interest for me to write a follow-up.

Have some thoughts of varying length for each of them - varied mainly according to how long the idea was and how much support I think they'd need afterwards.

Tags/Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, heavily references events in the first two parts, some implied violence. Each part varies in length and angst level. Non-linear events, some ambiguous endings.

>>Part 1<< (Brothers - "Main" Story)

>>Part 2<< (Dateables, - "Key Route" Alternate Story)

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HDD Curse Rewrite Part 3: Aftermath

Your memories of your time under the curse shifted in and out. Pain on your loved ones' faces, cruel words spoken in your voice, a constant sense of nausea, your body not your own and yet it was, on some level, you. You were a different person under the effects of the curse. And yet, you knew as well everyone those words had come from some hidden, buried part of you.

And now you were left to deal with the damage that was done.

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Beel

Beel had always stayed close to you before, but it was getting excessive. You could see his anxiety in every nervous glance, every time your shoe caught on a cobblestone, or you grabbed something a bit too hot in the kitchen, or you coughed to clear your throat. In each instance he was by your side, hands reaching out and hovering as he kept himself from touching you.

You could see the deep sadness in his gaze whenever he stepped away. He wasn’t even eating as much, too focused on ensuring you got enough, that your hot drinks weren’t too hot, that your food was safe for humans.

It had to end.

“Beel,” you called for him one day in your room, and he let himself be pulled close, let himself drop to sit on your bed as you stood before him. “What’s going on?”

In an instant your calm, implacable demon’s face was crumbling, tears welling up in his eyes as his hands gripped onto your shirt.

“You were right.”

And you knew what he was talking about, or at least which you he was talking about. You shuddered to think that your actions could have such an effect, but Beel had always been soft at heart.

“I couldn’t save you.” Your demon’s breath hitched, holding himself tense like he didn’t know what he was allowed to do. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed closer. “I didn’t do anything at all to help, I just… you walked away and I just…”

You remembered Beel’s best, probably. You remembered feeling torn and confused, knowing you loved Beel, knowing you didn’t want to see him in pain, but being forced to enjoy it. Your pact command had been your attempt at a horrible, twisted mercy. Taking away his pain in the cruelest way possible.

You pulled him closer, burying his face against your stomach.

“Can you ever forgive me for what I did that day?”

Beel froze, looking up at you in confusion.

“I abused our pact. I used your trust in me to hurt you.”

“That wasn’t you!” Beel insisted, reluctance gone as he pulled you closer, practically forcing you into his lap. “The curse, it… I know you’d never…”

Beel trailed off as you smiled gently at him, one hand running through his hair.

“The curse took away my choice that night. I took away yours. I know you’ll always protect me, Beel. I trust you.”

You would repeat those words until Beel trusted himself.

———

Asmo

Asmo showered you in compliments. Took you shopping. He’d invited you to a “self care night” every night for a week.

“I love you,” he said at the end of every sentence.

You tried to return his affection as much as you could. Asmo had always been insistent on showing his love, sometimes bordering on too much in a way you couldn’t bring yourself to hate. It was Asmo. Anything less just wouldn’t be him.

But no matter how many times you said you loved him, no matter how often you offered to do his nails or told him he’s kind or beautiful or a fashion genius or any of the compliments you knew he loved, that desperation never left.

You were in the bath together, the one where you'd ruined everything in the grips of the curse. It was there that you finally understood.

“I love you,” Asmo said again.

“I believe you,” you replied. Asmo's breath hitched.

When Asmo buried his head against your shoulder, you both pretended the drops of water running down your back were from the bath.

———

Levi

When Levi answered his door after 3 days of holing up in his room, he flushed.

“H-hey,” he said and shuffled back, letting you into his room as he closed the door behind you. Henry 2.0 placidly swam around his tank. Not a single thing looked out of place.

“I came to check in on you, Levi.” You didn’t know what else to say. Levi’s was another more or less clear memory. It had hurt to fight as hard as you had against the curse, your soul straining under the effort of disentangling itself from the twisted roots. And in the end, you’d still lost.

“I, um, I…” Levi swallowed heavily. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to… I wanted to apologise to you.”

You shook your head. You’d already had this conversation before with his brothers. You didn’t want it again.

“Levi, the curse-”

“Not that.” A sudden burst of confidence in his voice. Levi stepped closer and you held your ground, meeting eyes with your suddenly determined demon. “Well, kind of that. But I… I’m not good with curses like Lucifer, but I’m still a powerful demon, y’know? Otaku or not, I’m the third born.”

“I know how strong you are, Levi.” You took both of his hands in yours, squeezing them. “You’re incredible.”

Levi blushed and cleared his throat. “Thanks, but- but I’m not done yet! Even if I couldn’t break the curse, I should’ve done more to stop you. I should’ve stopped you from talking or something when you were fighting against the curse. You were fighting so hard, I could see it, and I…”

“You didn’t want to hurt me,” you guessed, and Levi nodded miserably. “Levi, I’m not going to be mad at you for not hurting me. Even if you had tried to stop me from talking, even if I’d known you were just trying to help, it still would’ve been…”

Preferable to what happened, you and Levi both knew. But scary. Traumatising. A reminder of just how much the brothers could hurt you.

Levi’s shoulders slumped.

“I-I’m never letting that happen to you again,” Levi swore, quiet but sincere. “I’ll prove you can rely on me.”

“I already do,” you promised him. “Levi, can we play something now? Something not too hard… I need the distraction.”

For the first time since you entered the room, Levi smiled.

“Of course. Whatever you need.”

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Satan

Satan read aloud for your sake, your head resting against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he turned the page.

Satan had been - clingy since the curse. It was the only way you could think to put it. He had always wanted his time with you, but now he was much touchier than what you were used to. You didn't hate it, and yet...

"I nearly lost you," Satan whispered. With your attention far from the book, he'd guessed at where your head had gone. "I... I believed we'd get you out of it, that you'd fight against it, but I still nearly..."

The book put to the side, you pulled Satan closer and rested his head against you. His shoulders shuddered and his breath hitched, but he held you lovingly, gently - like he had all the time in the world to keep you close.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared before,” Satan spoke against your skin, his breath brushing against your ear. “I… I think it will pass eventually, but is this okay? To make me feel better now?”

“You know it is,” you reassured him. The two of you stayed like that, breath slowly evening out. Satan relaxed against you and sighed, letting the last of his tension bleed out.

“It will get better,” you promised him. Satan held you tighter. He believed you. But right now, he needed the comfort.

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Belphie

Belphie was in the attic. That wasn’t unusual. You knew he liked to hide up there when he was upset, and you knew that he was upset right now. Everyone in the house was. But this was… different.

Belphie would allow Beel in but threw a fit when anyone else entered - except for you. If you tried to find him, he'd simply lock the door and hide from your sight until you left.

At least you knew Beel was making sure he ate.

You weren't sure whether your presence was helping or just making things worse, but Beel kept encouraging you to go up there and you decided to trust his judgement.

"This is familiar, isn't it?" you asked one day sat beside the attic door. You wince as soon as the words are out of your mouth. You don't remember much of what you said to Belphie clearly, but you know the general idea. And you know it wasn't a lie, either.

"Sometimes I still sneak up here. It reminds me of the old days, getting past Lucifer's watch to spend time with you." Poking and prodding for a response, you hear nothing. Belphie could be under the bed or just beside the door and you'd be none the wiser. "I'm not an idiot, you know. I figured pretty quickly you weren't human. For one, I've never met a human named Belphegor."

Silence met you once more - but there was a certain buzz in the pact. You were certain Belphie was listening.

"Your actions were wrong. I kind of... get it, though. Not in a way that makes it right, but I have an idea of what you must've been feeling. It must've hurt a lot, so-"

"Use the pact."

His voice made you jump. Belphie had crept up to the door as silently as he had hid from you. His voice held no spark of mischief, no lazy affection. His forehead rested against the hard iron of the door.

"Use the pact and order me never to hurt you. Then you won't have to be scared."

You stared at him. Belphie didn't meet your eyes. His shoulders are hunched and he's staring at the ground - he looks utterly defeated in a way you've never really seen him, not even after...

You could. You could use the pact, make the order, and maybe things would go back to normal. Belphie would come downstairs and you could go to the planetarium or to Hell's Kitchen or the gardens. Everything would be okay.

At the cost of Belphie's trust in himself.

"Belphegor," you began, the pact lighting up between you. Belphie tensed, gripping tight to the bars of the door. "I command you to tell me the truth."

"Wha-?" Belphie's eyes finally meet yours, his shock clear.

"Would you ever hurt me again?"

"No!" The protest was loud and immediate. The door rattled as Belphie threw himself against it.

"I believe you."

"But what about Halloween- You won't be safe if you don't-"

"The pacts didn't work at all on Halloween, Belphie," you interrupted him gently. You could tell he was beginning to spiral and there are some things you knew he shouldn't give voice to, shouldn't give more power to. "They wouldn't have helped. I trust you. Can you trust me?"

The iron door shook as it bounced back from the wall, Belphie throwing it open and tackling you in a hug. You held your demon tight and made soft noises as he sobbed into your neck.

It was going to take a long time before Belphie could trust himself again, but this was a start.

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Lucifer

Lucifer hovered.

Any time spent alone with his brothers you would inevitably find him poking his head in. He was near-silent during breakfast and dinner, and yet when you looked at him you would always find Lucifer hastily looking away. Trying to talk to him would get you walled out.

It came to a head when you, perhaps foolishly, managed to corner Lucifer. Armed with tea and the knowledge that Lucifer would be stuck with his reports for the rest of the night, you approached his study.

"I was hoping you'd show up," Lucifer said before you even set the tea down. "Come here."

"Not the reaction I'd expected after the last few days," you muttered, but you allowed him to guide you, sitting on his desk as he stood from his chair. Lucifer looked... looked vulnerable, his expression soft and fearful.

"I said I would not hold what you said against you, and I meant it." Lucifer smiled in a way you thought was trying to be reassuring. It missed the mark. "But I have to do this."

"Wh-"

Lucifer rested his forehead against yours, his hand rising to brush against your pact mark and you were suddenly filled with the pact's power - you gasped and Lucifer's breath became unsteady, but he squeezed his eyes shut and kept doing whatever he was doing. His magic brushed against the other marks, reached down to your hands, wrapped around your heart and filled your lungs. You tried to struggle under the intrusiveness of it, the invasive power that reminded you too much of the curse.

"I had to know," Lucifer whispered when the power faded, when the pact continued to buzz around the mark. "I had to know that no trace of that curse remained."

I'm sorry, seemed to be left unspoken. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his waist, needing the comfort more than you needed to snap at him. Lucifer closed his eyes.

In the privacy of his study, with only the two of you, Lucifer let his walls crumble.

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Mammon

Mammon left for seven days.

No one knew where he was. Everyone tried to call and text him, even the royals - the only person he responded to was Lucifer, and you only knew that because the first born assured you he was safe.

Still worried for your demon, you spent all that time focused on your pact with him, the link connecting you to Mammon regardless of how far away he was. The bond was strangely quiet, none of the energy and unrestrained feeling you usually sensed from Mammon. Only the occasional flare from the use of his powers. Even that was unusual - for all his talk, Mammon wasn't one to throw his weight around pointlessly.

All you could do was hope he came home soon.

Finally, on the eighth night, he did.

Mammon stumbled into his room with a grunt, limping towards his bed. The rest of the house was silent - there was a glow under Leviathan's door, and Mammon was pretty convinced Lucifer was in his office, but he really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Not until he'd showered at least-

Or that was the plan, anyway, until he found you staring at him from his own damn bed.

"Mammon?" Your voice was too loud in the quiet of the room. "Mammon, what..."

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room as Mammon let the door swing shut behind him. He was in his demon form, wings curled inward as if to shield himself. One hand clutched his side while the other braced him against the wall. He stared at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

Mammon was covered in blood.

You rushed towards him as he stumbled forward, the both of you dropping to your knees as you met.

"It's not-" Mammon breathed heavily, wincing at the strain on his injuries. You knew he would heal soon enough as a demon, but you pulled him in closer anyway. "It ain't- It ain't gonna happen again, I swear-"

"Mammon?" You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. He shuddered in your arms.

"It ain't gonna happen again, MC." Mammon pulled you closer, hiding his face in your hair. "You're safe. I ain't gonna let them hurt you again."

"Let's get you cleaned up," you whispered back. You helped him to his feet, lead him to his bathroom, and got the shower running.

The next morning, no one mentioned it when you and Mammon walk downstairs, hand in hand.

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Diavolo

The Devildom Prince sat across from you in the royal gardens.

Barbatos had served you tea and sweets and disappeared between the rose bushes. If you called out, you were certain he'd appear quickly, but for now you had the illusion of privacy with Diavolo.

And you had no idea what to say.

Your words to Diavolo under the influence of the curse weren't lies. They were feelings you had, or feelings you'd had, sharpened into weapons to pierce through that forced cheer, to wipe the smile from his face.

You didn't hate Diavolo.

Or at least, you didn't want to.

Diavolo seemed to feel the tense air as much as you did. You rarely saw him fidget, but you could see him now worrying his finger against the rim of his teacup. When he finally looked at you, you saw him as you rarely had before - tired.

"I wanted to say it again when you were fully in control," Diavolo began. He met your eyes with great effort. "I am sorry. The responsibility of peace between the realms should never have been yours to bear. You should never have had to hide your pain for our sake. You should have been safe here."

The tea was set aside, rapidly cooling. You waited to see if Diavolo would continue while you gathered your own thoughts to respond.

"It doesn't have to be me." Diavolo said it with a sad smile, like he knew it wasn't going to be him. "But I hope you can talk to someone about what pains you. If you desire to speak to someone, to Simeon or Solomon even, I will not prevent you from doing so. I must only ask that news of your- of your death-" And here he winced, both from the words and the knowing he could not free you from your secrecy - for the good of the realms, for the sake of peace.

"It won't get to the Celestial Realm," you promised quietly.

"Thank you," Diavolo said with enough sincerity to make you shift uncomfortably.

You sat once more in an awkward, but no longer tense, silence. Bees buzzed between the flowers and you both pretended to be entranced by the movement.

"...I'll be having a similar conversation with Lucifer," Diavolo whispered, so quiet you barely heard him. "I'm aware you were not fully yourself, but our conversation was... enlightening."

You reached across the table, rested a hand on the Devildom Prince's arm.

"You'll make a good king one day."

Diavolo grinned and called for Barbatos - the butler appeared near instantly, as you expected, glasses of iced tea balanced neatly on a tray.

Little steps forward, you decided as Diavolo launched into a speech about his planned Devildom arts program. Every so often he'd pause and ask your opinion, listening carefully when you spoke.

Little steps.

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Barbatos

Baking together with Barbatos was usually a treat enjoyed with Luke, but the little angel was kept at home today, so it was just the two of you.

You were looking forward to a normal activity after days of nothing feeling normal. You hadn't quite handled things with Barbatos, after the curse, but he'd acted as he always had around you so far. Professional, refined, unaffected. You hoped, perhaps foolishly, that Barbatos was alright.

"Allow me, please."

"Be careful, Devildom fruits can be quite hard to cut. Here, I will do it."

"Please do not strain yourself, I am happy to complete this myself."

"Barbatos?" you asked after he'd crowded you out to wash the dishes himself. "Weren't we supposed to bake, y'know... together?"

"I am always pleased to have your presence here," Barbatos said easily. You frowned, leaning close to try and get his attention.

"I feel the same way." It was true - despite your reservations about the demon and hos power, Barbatos did offer you an escape from the craziness of the brothers, Diavolo, or the Purgatory Hall crew. "But I can't help but feel I haven't really done much today."

Barbatos had chopped the ingredients, had let you sift flour only at your own insistence, had taken it upon himself to stir, had shooed you away from the oven as one would a child.

"You are a guest," Barbatos explained easily. "I would hate for you to have to trouble yourself."

Bullshit, you barely restrained yourself from saying. Instead, you managed, “I want to help out. I’m supposed to learn how to bake this stuff, right? It’s tough if I’m not doing much myself.”

Barbatos frowned and you’d wished you’d worded it better. “I apologise if this hasn’t been a valuable experience for you. I will endeavour to- to make it up to you in the future.”

The stutter, so rare for Barbatos, tipped you off.

“If this is about-"

“Please.” Barbatos’ implacable mask was just barely cracked, a sliver of genuine emotion, genuine pain, creeping through. “Allow me to make it up to you.”

What were you supposed to say?

“At least let me dry the dishes.”

Barbatos did allow you to do that much, wordlessly passed mixing bowls and wooden spoons over to you while the cake baked. You worked well in tandem, now familiar enough with the castle’s kitchen do put the dishes away yourself. It was quiet aside from the hum of the oven, the clattering of the plates, but not painful, the two of you absorbed in your tasks.

The one time you caught Barbatos looking at you, his eyes were fixed upon your lips.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Barbatos asked when the cake was out of the oven and cooled, as you chopped strawberries for decoration and he piped the icing.

You don’t have to, is what you want to say but there is a hint of desperation to Barbatos, and you find seeing the man that sent you to your death desperate is not as satisfying as you once thought it would be.

“…Actually, I’ve been meaning to clean my room better lately but some of the furniture is too heavy to move on my own. Would you mind giving me a hand?”

Barbatos smiled, perhaps a little more sincere than his usual one. “I would love nothing more.”

The cake, you realised, was his peace offering. It tasted like a promise. It will not happen again.

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Simeon

Simeon visited day after the curse was broken to heal your bruises. His hands were steady, his touches soft. The light brushes off skin against skin were all you could focus on in the dead silence of the room.

You couldn't meet Simeon's eyes and the angel was totally focused on his task, keeping your hand held delicately between his even after the bruises had faded.

"I'm sorry."

For the first time since he'd arrived you looked at each other. The words, spoken by both of you, hung frozen in the air.

"No," Simeon breathed out, squeezing your hand before pulling back, wincing. "I'm sorry. You - it wasn't you, I know that, I knew that, and yet I still..."

Simeon shivered and examined the bruises still on your shoulder, the shape of his thumb impressed into your collarbone. You took one of his hands and Simeon startled but didn't pull away.

Gently, you rested his hand on your shoulder, over the bruises. Simeon's body was stiff, his breathing shallow, and he only relaxed when you called his name. His healing magic warmed your skin.

"I will never harm you again, I swear."

You squeezed his hand. Passed him your DDD.

"I thought you might want to delete it," you said quietly.

Simeon watched the recording, only two minutes long, disappear.

It was only when you pulled him in close did he realise he was still shaking.

"Thank you," he said, voice wavering. "When you are free I was - I was hoping I could convince you to visit Purgatory Hall."

"Of course," you said, but your reassurance didn't seem to work on Simeon. Instead, he only smiled sadly.

"There is a conversation I must have with Luke, and... I'd like you to be there for it."

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Solomon

You didn't see the sorcerer for days after you woke up.

Solomon you remembered the least about. What was left of the true you could focus only on the pain. You remember feeling like the curse was going to rip your soul apart, you remember wondering if it could really, truly kill you. You remember Solomon’s voice, angry and harsh, fragments of sentences that tore your already fragile psyche further apart. His spell finally prying away the curse even as it sunk its claws deeper into you.

You think you remember Solomon’s face, an expression of pure pain, before you blacked out.

Asmo told you that Solomon had something to deal with in the human world. You didn’t totally doubt Asmo - Solomon’s abilities were always in demand - but the explanation didn’t sit right with you either. You knew he was avoiding you. And you couldn't really blame him.

You messaged him once and you got a brief, vague reply that told you without words not to message again.

You couldn't remember exactly what you'd said to him - couldn't remember talking much at all, really, and you wondered if that was the problem. Did you ignore him, treat him as not worth your time in the grip of the curse? You knew he had concerns, saw himself as less interesting or less worthy of your time than the brothers. You had no idea how Solomon had convinced himself of that, but it came up often enough you feared you'd said something to confirm it.

Asmo squeezed your hand tightly under the table at dinner. Neither he nor Simeon had any answers for you on where Solomon might be.

Which was why it was even more of a surprise to you when Solomon appeared in your room.

"What the fuck," were the first words out of your mouth. Two minutes later and you would've been asleep.

Solomon did not look good. His hair was a mess, his eyes had dark circles you'd only seen after a week long research dive, and he held himself too tightly, like he was afraid he'd shake apart.

"Sorry to surprise you," Solomon said in a voice that held none of his usual ease and confidence. He flinched back when you tried to approach, holding his bag before him like a shield. "I have something for you."

"Solomon, what-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Solomon had shoved a potion into your hands.

"I know I'm selfish."

"No-"

"And I know this isn't right for me to ask after everything."

"Solomon, what-"

"But please drink that."

"Solomon, I'm not drinking something when you haven't even told me what it is." You place the potion on the table carefully, keeping your movements slow. You didn't know what Solomon was thinking but you didn't want to do anything that risked upsetting him further. You needed him calm.

"Right, right, you don't trust me..." Solomon tugged at his hair - light enough not to pull any out, thank god, but enough that you had an idea how his hair got into such a mess.

"It's not about trust, Solomon. I need to know about any magical effects before I just drink it and hope for the best. You taught me that."

For the first time, Solomon's nervous smile turned more sincere. You slowly reached out a hand and he looked at it in wonder, like he couldn't quite believe it was real, before delicately taking it in his own.

"Solomon, what's the potion for?" you ask him. You try to keep your voice slow and steady, but you're not sure if you really succeeded.

"It's a memory wipe potion," Solomon explained and your expression must've slipped because he squeezes your hand too hard, keeps speaking frantically. "Not all of them! It just- it wipes about fifteen minutes. I tested it myself to be sure-"

He cut himself off at your choked cry, smiling sheepishly.

"I know, I know, I told you never to do that..."

"How are you feeling now, Solomon?" Was the potion causing this behaviour? Your fingers itched for your DDD, to message Barbatos or Asmo or even Lucifer. But Solomon shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"The potion... I've been like this for days, far before I finished work on it." Solomon followed you obediently when you guided him to sit down on your bed, shoulders slumped. "After... after what I said to you... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for it all, I didn't mean a word of it, but I can't... I can't stand the idea of you having that memory of me. I won't force you into it, I- I don't blame you if you can't forgive me, but I had to try-"

You cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Your troublesome mentor sobbed into your neck, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in tight.

You could still hear muffled apologies.

Minutes or hours might've passed like that, your only focus on soothing Solomon. Sobs turned into shaking shoulders turned into quiet hitched breaths, and you waited until his breathing evened out before pulling him back gently, just enough to look into his eyes.

"Solomon, you should've stuck around. We could've avoided this." Solomon sniffled but he was listening, so you continued.

"I don't actually remember much of what happened with you. I just... the curse was hurting so bad, I couldn't focus on anything else." You shuddered at the memory and Solomon moved to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I thought I'd said something to you that made you upset."

There was silence in your room before Solomon burst out laughing.

It wasn't a happy laugh. It was near-hysterical, something that could wake up the rest of the house. Thankfully it didn't last long.

Solomon half-collapsed against you, his forehead resting against yours. "I still want you to know I'm sorry, even if you don't remember. I was being cruel to provoke the curse. I meant none of what I said."

"And the curse had such a tight grip on me I had no idea what I was saying."

"I'm sorry I ran."

"I forgive you." You gave him one last squeeze. "Now, do you want to teleport away before at least one of the brothers gets here?"

As if on cue, you heard footsteps approaching from the stairs.

Solomon grinned. "Maybe we could use the potion to-"

"No."

#obey me #obey me fic #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me x mc #my writing #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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gentrychild · 3 years

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the au ask: uh, not sure how this works, but, let's say an au where the slime incident never happens?

Anon, no! I have about five AUs for that! You could at least tell me if you want it to be angst or crack!

More seriously, it's such a fun prompt because it avoids All Might telling Izuku he can't be a hero without a quirk, which is the start of so many vigilante/villain/quirkless Izukus.

But since I am a benevolent writer, I will not talk about the AU where Tsuyu and Mineta dies, then Iida, then Kota, then Mirio, Eri isn't saved, and so on.

Okay, it got really long so it's under a Read More.

All Might arrests the Slime villain before he gets in the sewers so neither Izuku nor Bakugou are attacked by him. The problem is that it also means that All Might never meets Izuku, never break his little heart, and Izuku never has the chance to prove his worth to All Might so no OFA.

Life goes on. Izuku still wants to become a hero. However, since his homeroom teacher told his entire class that he wanted to go to UA, his entire class, led by Bakugou, has decided to make his life a living hell over it. Constant taunting and people laughing at him.

It takes its toll on him.

He still doesn't doubt that a quirkless hero can exist but the more days, weeks, months pass, the more he keeps thinking of how easier it would be if he had a quirk.

A dangerous thought. One he usually doesn't allow himself to think because why whine about what is impossible to have? But one boy can only take "What a useless quirkless Deku like you do?" before he starts to get haunted by strange thoughts. Cough... urges... Cough.

It also makes him eager to prove himself. Maybe that's why he intervenes that evening when he sees a villain trying to hurt someone. Except that once the civilian he helped is running to call a hero, he is reminded that he is a smol child made of only skin and bones and that the guy in front of him is about to bash his head in.

He tries to protect himself, his hand grabbing the villain by the head and in this moment, as he is sure that he is about to be killed, he thinks the one selfish thought that he ever thought:

"It's unfair... that this quirk belongs to someone like you... instead of me."

And just like that, Izuku takes a quirk for the first time.

The villain runs in terror and Izuku runs (in the other direction) in confusion. Soon, it's pretty clear that he apparently had the ability to take and give quirks (thank you, Mom, who has volunteered to try the villain's quirk. Though it's strange how she keeps trying to call someone on her phone these days. But it's probably not important.) Which is a very cool quirk.

Izuku now has to pass from "No quirk at all" to "Can have whatever quirk he wants", which is quite dizzying.

He is so fired up for the UA exam, five months from then. Ridiculously happy bean.

Meanwhile, Mirio gets OFA because no successor showed the self sacrificial spirit that could have inspired All Might and both GT and Nighteye kinda pressures him into choosing a successor ASAP.

This has disastrous consequences as OFA is way too powerful for Mirio and starts to put an insane strain on his body. One month later, while fighting a villain (he has his hero license), he collapses on the side of the road, black lines all over his body as the quirk is killing him.

Izuku finds him and calls an ambulance ASAP but Mirio is is really bad shape. He asks him what happened and Mirio, half delirious, tells him that his quirk is killing him.

Izuku is very "????" but he can help! He can take the quirk away! But Lemillion would be quirkless! He can't take this decision! But Mirio can so he asks.

Mirio is half conscious. Completely in pain. He didn't even want that quirk. He likes Permeation. So, half delirious as he was, he might have mumbled something like "Take that thing out of me."

Izuku does, realizes that Mirio has two quirks so he leaves him the one that doesn't feel as heavy as a freaking dwarf star. Lemillion immediately starts to stop looking like he will drop dead any moment from now and the ambulance arrives, taking the hero student away.

Since Izuku doesn't have the All Might telling him that OFA is a good quirk, he acts like a sensible person: this quirk doesn't feel normal and it apparently kills its user. So he waits about 20 seconds before getting rid of it. He finds a nice and sturdy lizard, who, unbeknownst to everyone, becomes the 10th user of OFA.

The quirk comes back to Izuku.

Quirks aren't supposed to do that.

The freaking quirk is cursed. Izuku accepted a cursed quirk.

I cannot begin to describe how Izuku doesn't trust OFA in this AU. He doesn't use it. He intensively dislikes it. He tries everything and more to get rid of it but no matter what living organism he selects, the damn thing keeps coming back.

Meanwhile, Mirio wakes up from the hospital alive :) then remembers he gave a host-killing-quirk to a smol child. O.O

Panic ensues.

All Might realizes that whoever took OFA put his hand on Mirio's head, the same way AFO does. So it was probably AFO with a fun new shapeshifting quirk.

More panic ensues.

Meanwhile, AFO, alive indeed and who has been watching Mirio wastes away and enjoying the hell out of it (though he would have preferred it had happened one generation sooner) is furious that Yagi 2.0 isn't dying anymore because it means OFA passed to someone else! And since everyone in the OFAteam is quite panicked, they apparently lost the quirk he gave his little brother!

He gets so upset about it that he somehow misses the hundred of phonecalls from his wife.

So AFO and All Might alike are looking for someone with OFA but since Izuku just isn't using it, they aren't finding it.

Meanwhile, the Vestiges went from "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, SOMEONE WITH AFO!!!! AHHHHHH!" to "What do you mean: You don't want to use us? We're not good enough for you???"

So OFA is doing the quirk equivalent of a cat purring and showing its belly so it can get some pet.

Izuku: "You know what? I know it's a trap but since I don't want to outright call a quirk evil, I will give you one chance to prove to me you're not a cursed power that wants my death."

Cue two broken legs.

Well, that's it. Izuku gave that nasty quirk the benefit of the doubt. He is never using it again. And since the damn thing is trying to contaminate his other quirks, he is vaulting it forever!

The irony is not lost on First.

The day of the entrance exam arrives and Izuku does quite well with his good, non cursed quirks, thank you very much.

And as he is leaving, he sees Lemillion! He is happy to see him in good health! He waves at him!

Meanwhile, Mirio spent the last five months trying to find that awful quirk he lost. He was half convinced he had given him to the Symbol of Evil and had trouble seeing the problem because if OFA would eat AFO, where was the problem? He is wondering if he condemned a kid to death. He Is Going Through A Lot.

He wants to say so many things, ask so many questions. And the one thing he manages to blurt out is "GET HIM!"

Tamaki and Nejire immediately shoulder slam a small child. They didn't even hesitate.

That's the story of how the Mighty team found OFA again.

Izuku loves hanging out with All Might but not even him can convince him that the quirk isn't cursed.

#This got slightly longer than expected #ask game #bnha au #closed ask game #bnha spoilers #cursed quirk au

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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Prompt (from AO3): The "this isn't my bedroom" scene where Viktor panics when realizing they hear footsteps (Mel or the guard) and turns to Jayce and is like omg hecking kiss me rn let's pretend we're making out and Jayce is like ??? Ok and gets the makeout of his life, making the confronting party awkward and embarrassed af while Viktor is a coy and smug little gremlin who manages to crack Hextech and get a boyfriend in one night with a flustered Jayce.

Notes:

I chose the guard instead of Mel because honestly I kind of wanted to do just a tired older man who is everyone who has ever dealt with a bunch of young adults and how little they seem able to keep their hands off each other.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37501954

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“Kiss me.”

The footsteps are getting closer. There no way that Viktor will get the door open and them both inside in the time it will take whoever it is approaching to reach them. They need more time.

“What?” Jayce asks, the concern on his face replaced by confusion.

“Kiss me,” Viktor repeats, tugging Jayce closer.

This is an academy. And while it is full of the brightest minds of Piltover it is also full of students – young adults full of passion for life and love.

If Viktor has walked past more than one pair lost to that passion while working late at night surely it must be a common thing for the members of security.

“I- are you sure?” Jayce asks, and it’s sweet but they don’t have time for it.

“Yes!” The footsteps are getting closer still and while Viktor could claim he was picking up something he forgot if he were alone but with Jayce here it would be quickly seen as a lie. “Now!”

Viktor grabs the collar of Jayce’s shirt to pull him closer and it seems to knock whatever doubt Jayce has about the plan from him. HIs lips crashing into Viktor’s as his hands lands on Viktor’s hip.

He kisses well – heavy without being overbearing. Gentle with Viktor’s knee as he lifts him up against the door.

The footsteps come closer. Followed by the curses of a security guard who has had to deal with something too often in his life.

“Alright, break it up you two,” the guard says, flashing his torch onto them.

Viktor tugs at Jayce’s shirt when he feels him go to pull away. They can’t risk him being recognized. Right now he is just a student who got too excited to wait until they make it home after a late-night rendezvous.

Jayce looks at him with confused eyes. Viktor tries to get across that Jayce needs to trust him and follow his cue with his own before twisting his head to peer over Jayce’s shoulder, opening up his neck for Jayce to hide his face into.

“Sorry,” Viktor says, looking at the guard as Jayce drops his head into the space provided for him.

He presses a soft kiss to Viktor’s neck. Viktor thinks it is to show that he understands what Viktor is doing and is happy to go along with it. The fact it causes Viktor to let out a small gasp no doubt helping their story.

“We appear to have gotten distracted on our way back to my room,” Viktor continues. His flushed face no-doubt selling the lie.

The guard gives an awkward cough. Moving the light away from them as he does. Jayce remains a heavy weight against Viktor as Viktor lets his arms wrap around him. To the guard he is just an anonymous body caught up in his passion and too embarrassed to be willing to turn around and face the person who accidently found them and not at all a man facing the real possibility of exile for even being here.

“Well I suggest you both hurry back to there,” the guard says, nodding at the floor. “No-one’s supposed to be round here this time of night. Gotta’ be more comfortable for you too.”

“Of course,” Viktor says. HIs grip on Jayce tight to prevent him from pulling away and showing his face.

It takes long enough for Viktor to start to worry the guard is going to insist they leave first before the guard let’s out a defeated sigh.

“I’m going to finish my round and come back here. You best both be gone by then.”

“Of course,” Viktor says again, consciously keeping his expression embarrassed and shame-filled. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, don’t let me catch you again,” the guard says tiredly before walking off.

Once the guard is far enough away Viktor lets go of Jayce. Letting his new partner help him rest his weight back onto his own legs.

“How’d you know that would work?” Jayce asks, his head still resting on the crook of Viktor’s neck.

“That is what happens when young people gather,” Viktor says, going back to unlocking the door once Jayce pulls away. “Someone who is too interested when it does would lose their job quickly.”

Things like that can ruin one’s reputation in Piltover after all.

“Right,” Jayce says, although he doesn’t sound all that certain. “So it was just a distraction?”

“Not necessarily. You are a good kisser Jayce. If tonight goes well hopefully we can do it again in more honest circumstances.” Viktor is finding himself more and more interested in Jayce by the moment and hoping that their partnership doesn’t merely remain a professional one.

“Sure!” Jayce says as Viktor unlocks the door and pushes it open. Standing up to wait for Jayce to finish his thought. “I mean I would also like to do it again when there isn’t someone about to walk in. I mean – what?”

“We should go in before he comes back,” Viktor says, with a nod at the open doorway. “Prove our theory right and then we can discuss kissing some more.”

“Right. Yeah, let’s do this,” Jayce says his eyes settling back into the determination from before.

Yes, Viktor made the right call in agree to be his partner. They will do great things together and hopefully some more kissing as well.

#Jayvik #vikjayce #jayce x viktor #jayce/viktor #viktor arcane #jayce arcane #Arcane #prompt fill #prompt fic

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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♡ prompt: “this is over, isn't it?" / "he'll treat you better."

♡ character: jon kent / superman (?) - damian wayne / robin

♡ pronouns used: she/her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i got real angsty with this drabble but i hadn't realized i completed the bisexual pair back to back lmao. as a bisexual myself, having jon and tim on our side, it feels nice.

"how are you and ( your name)?" Damian asked his friend, seeing the way his face contorted to confusion. Jon remained silent, wondering the same thing. the two of you hadn't seen each other in a few weeks. while he was off doing his Superman duties, you were traveling with Damian, assisting him with his Robin duties, "are the two of you still a thing?"

"I think we are. I haven't exactly seen her in a few weeks and I ditched on our date the other day because I was meeting with a friend to get some intel on something," Jon replied, a smile coming to his face at the thought of Jay. Damian's eye twitched in annoyance.

since the two of you had grown closer with you following him around and giving him assistance, Damian could argue that he was growing feelings for you. he had no idea if you were reciprocating those feelings back but having you around and the two of you spending so much time together, it was hard not too.

"no one she was upset, I had to buy her dinner to get her happy again," he murmured, seeing Jon's face drop. Damian remained silent for a moment, "but she's been....of help since she offered to be my partner," he added on, "I can't even lie, the two of us work great together."

before Jon could say anything, Damian's phone rang off, seeing your name pop up, "what's going on?" Damian asked. you started to laugh on the other end of the line, "I found your favorite hot chocolate and while I was doing that, I managed to trip on a patch of ice but the snow caught me from hitting my head on the concrete but now I have to go back and buy your drink again before we meet at the hideout again."

Jon noticed Damian's expression brighten up at the way you explained your story and he could tell. it was the same expression he got when he saw Jay, "I told you to stay at the hideout. it's freezing out here and you don't need to get sick," he practically lectured.

"well I wanted to surprise you with it and I figured you were with Jon, I could see him too," you explained, "I'll be there soon! see you in a few!"

Damian and Jon's silence grew more awkward as they let out a few coughs here and there, "so who's your friend? the one who's been helping you with everything?" Damian asked. this time, it was Damian's turn to see Jon's face light up the way it used to when he used to see you, "his name is Jay. he knows about 'everything' and has been helping me whenever I ask," he explained.

Damian nodded, "what have the two of you been doing when you aren't working on your stuff?" Jon asked. Damian remained silent for a moment, "not much to speak on expect for the other day. she 'snuck' us into a concert festival that was happening and did that for a few hours," he treaded lightly on what he told Jon knowing full well that there was much more than that.

that night was one he'd never forget and it was all thanks to you.

"Damian, come on!" you yelled, clapping your hands in anticipation. Damian growled, jogging towards you as the two of you jumped onto the roof of the building and crawled around back, slipping inside of the medical tent and making sure to run inside so none of the EMT's saw the both of you.

as the two of you walked into the festival grounds, you were practically whiplashed with several music acts happening at once. you looked at Damian, your eyes sparkling with excitement as he started to laugh.

"you act like you've never done this before," Damian said as he felt you grab his hand, "I haven't done it in so long! ever since I ran off with you, we haven't exactly had much free time," you explained before stopping in front of a random band that was playing.

you could tell that this band was meant for older couples and parents as most of the crowd was no younger than fifty. you turned to give Damian a look as he playfully rolled his eyes but watched the band continue to play. you were bobbing your head around to the music as he you tapped your foot in excitement.

seeing all the couples dancing with each other made your heart fall into your stomach in sadness. if only Jon were here to join you but with the way you and him were heading into the relationship, you could tell there wasn't a lot time left before he broke up with you.

while you didn't want the relationship to end, you knew Jon had found someone else and frankly, you were happy that Jon wasn't hiding his true self. as much as it hurt to see someone take the heart that once loved you, you couldn't stop Jon from falling in love with someone else. all you could do is hope that he broke it off soon before the word cheating got thrown around.

the thing that drew you to Jon was your charismatic personality. how easily people liked you. it was a personality trait some said he had but seeing how you effected other people, he could tell that you lured Damian in the same way you did with him.

"want to dance?" Damian asked in your ear. you gave him a look, nodding your head yes. he grabbed your hand, placing one of his on your waist and holding the other, "never took you as someone who danced," you joked as he shrugged.

"my mother forced me to learn basics and with my father being the person he is, it was like I was trained to ballroom dance."

"I can imagine. it's a redeeming quality in the long run. your bride will thank you in the future," you replied. Damian didn't respond as he dipped you a bit, "you think she'll be happy with me being her husband?" he asked before, "anyone who marries you will be more than happy to be called the future Mrs.Wayne."

Damian brought you in a little closer, your faces meeting, lips slightly touching each other. you brought him in all the way, fully smashing your lips again against his. he had you firm in his arms, a feeling as though if you were to be released from his arms, you'd be gone and away from him forever.

"wait, this is wrong," you whispered, your mind instantly thinking of Jon. Damian didn't say anything, knowing what the two of you were doing was wrong, "for one night, let me make you mine. we can pretend this didn't happen when we wake up but don't ruin it right now."

you agreed, the feeling of attachment growing stronger with Damian by your side. you pulled him away from the concert grounds, making sure to sneak out the same way the two of you snuck in. you and Damian practically sprinted to the hideout, the feeling of relief hitting the both of you when you were in Damian's arms again.

by the end of the night, Damian had you cuddled up against his side. you were using his red cape as a blanket as he was reading a book and pulling his fingers through your hair. you were whispering incoherent things to yourself as you lulled yourself to sleep but in the back of your mind, you knew that what you had done with Damian was more than cheating; however, you couldn't help but feel as though it didn't feel wrong. yeah, you felt bad that you went behind Jon's back with his best friend but another feeling was more prominent and that was the growing feelings towards Damian.

"here she comes!" Jon pointed out. you were walking with two hot chocolates, one for you and one for Damian, "hey guys! this feels like old times right?" you asked, handing Damian his hot chocolate.

you looked to Jon, seeing him wave awkwardly. the hug you gave to Jon as awkward as ever, "I need to make sure everything in our hideout is still okay. meet you there okay?" Damian said. you nodded, waving him off as you turned to Jon, a long silence between the two of you.

"how are you?" you asked, kicking a rock on the ground. Jon gave you a smile, "great! you look amazing as ever!" he complimented, making your face go warm. you thanked him quietly, "so how are you and Jay? still getting work done together?" you finally mentioned the dreadful question.

Jon nodded, "I see that you and Damian are closer than before," he replied as you nodded again. he could see that the question he asked you made you fall stiff, "this is over, isn't it?" you didn't respond as you tried to conjure up some kind of response that wouldn't sound completely stupid. the both of you knew that it was over but you couldn't muster up the words to agree.

"he'll treat you better, I can promise that. Damian might be a stubborn asshole at times but he's one of the most loyal friends anyone could have so I can't imagine what he wouldn't do for his beloved," you laughed, tears coming to your eyes as you agreed. "I can say the same for you and Jay. the two of you look great together. you seem happier than ever."

Jon agreed.

"Jay's a great guy. you should meet him the next time we all meet up together. make it a double date, ya know?" you grabbed Jon's hand and squeezed it as a response, "weird how this ended, huh? me with Damian and you with Jay," you said making Jon laugh.

"life is a crazy thing; however, you should go back to Damian before he thinks you ran off with me. if you ever need help, you know how to contact me and if I hear that Damian did something to make you upset, tell him I'll send him off world," he joked. "same goes for you Kent. tell Nakamura that if he doesn't treat you right, I can easily steal his boyfriend back. be safe Jon," you giggled, giving him a wink before starting to walk away.

as Jone watched you walk away, he used his x-ray vision to see you meet up with Damian again. he saw Damian grab your hand, holding it close to his heart before kissing it lightly. you reciprocated the kiss but this time with a kiss on the lips.

while a part of Jon's heart ached at the sight, he knew you were better off with Damian. life had sent you and him in different directions that led you to Damian and him with Jay. he knew that if the day ever came where you met Jay, he figured the two of you would get along. it was just the weird sensation in his mind that the next time he saw you, the two of you would no longer be together. you'd be wrapped up in Damian's arm and frankly, he saw no problem in that anymore. the two of you deserved each other.

#damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #robin imagine #robin x reader #robin #dc imagines #dc comics #dc x reader #dc #dc imagine #jon kent x reader #jon kent x y/n #jon kent imagine #superman #superman imagine #superman x reader

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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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I'll Come Back for You (Bucky Barnes imagine)

REQUEST: ANON - something where he is in winter soldier mode and protecting the scientist (y/n) where she is the only one who can sort of calm him down after a mission

ANON - winter soldier!bucky being protective over his scientist who’s forced to be take care of his health and she’s being kept there against his will too

ANON - Bucky Barnes request about how both reader and Bucky are each other support systems? It could be like a headcanon, how would the reader comfort him while how he comforts her so forth and so on

WORDS: 3506

A/N: So I don't know if I was inspired or if I just wrote too much, but I'm not sure this story's good. Anyway, feedback is really appreciated and I hope you'll like it :) (also don't forget to tell me if you want to be on my taglist ^^)

“What happened this time ?”

Her voice was only a whisper in the quiet room. The broken man silently sat on the examination table while she stuck a needle in his functioning arm. He didn’t speak, didn’t even flinch. This masquerade had started the moment she had set foot inside Hydra secret base. They had brought her against her will to take care of their most valuable soldier. It was always the same dance, rehearsed a million times since she had met him. After each mission, each murder, he’d come to her. She’d fix his physical wounds, take care of his arm and let him go.

More than often, she found herself feeling sorry for him. She knew what Hydra was doing to him, she’d heard the screams echoing in the distance. It would keep ringing in her ears for hours. Sometimes, the simple thought of picturing what he was going through was enough to bring her to tears. No one deserved to suffer this way.

The Winter Soldier was a cruel man, an assassin. She had seen him in action, had even been attacked the first time they were introduced. But despite being the necessary tool to take care of their valuable killer, she liked him. This wasn’t a place anyone could handle, not even him. And while she was aware of the danger Hydra represented, he was a different story. The man he once was had been trapped in a small corner of his mind, disconnected. His hands were his own, but his actions were dictated by an army that had invaded his head long ago. He was a machine turned on and off at will by the power of ten simple words.

“I was stabbed” Was his only answer. He didn’t give any detail, simply raised his shirt so she could inspect the injury.

“Do you feel any pain ?”

He blankly stared at an invisible point on the wall, avoiding looking at her. He was aware anyone could be listening.

“Soldier ?” She called him, stopping her movement and waiting for his response.

“I don’t feel anything” His voice was emotionless and a chill ran down her spine when he spoke. He was detached, impassive, a statue unaware he was capable of sentiment.

She cleared her throat, trying to stay focused on her task. She cleaned the wound, took his vitals, wrote down the conclusion of her examination and prepared what she needed to sew him up.

When she was about to administer the anesthetic, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She caught her breath, frightened, but made no movement. For the first time that day, he turned his head to look at her. Whatever she saw in his eyes was enough to ease the tension in her shoulders and she relaxed.

“It’s okay” She whispered, a kind smile on her face. “This is propofol”

She knew he would recognize the name. She had spent countless hours explaining everything she was doing to him in detail so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable or scared. He was a super soldier that required extreme measures of treatment.

“No drugs,” He told her.

“You might regret that decision once I start to put the stitches in”

“I need to stay conscious,” He explicated, almost begging her. “Please”

She didn’t argue, only glanced at a camera behind her recording their interaction.

“Alright” She conceded. “I’ll switch to saline”

He nodded, grateful she wasn’t pushing. She turned her back carefully so her table was no longer in the camera’s field of view and he watched her emptying the needle and filling it with a harmless mixture of water and sodium chloride. Nothing that would put him to sleep.

“Have you ever been to Greece ?” She asked him out of the blue. He stared at her curiously. “I’ve always dreamed of visiting. It has the longest coastline in Europe, with so many islands between the blue Aegean Sea to the east, the Mediterranean Sea to the south, and the Ionian Sea to the west. Can you imagine how beautiful it must be ?”

She kept talking for a while about the country, the books she had read and the films she had seen about it. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, his head tilted to the side, wondering why she was telling him all this. Not that he minded, he loved listening to her. She had the power to calm him down. He was constantly on high alert, ready to fight whomever he was told to kill, prepared to endure whatever torture they had prepared, but this room and the woman inside were his only small moments of peace. Her voice was the music he desperately needed to sooth his soul.

“Why are you telling me this ?” He wondered out loud.

She smirked. “To take your mind somewhere else than here. Seems like it worked”

He glanced at his stomach and realized the stitches were already there. Too engrossed in her story, he hadn’t noticed or felt anything.

“How…”

“Funny how magical words can turn out to be, isn’t it ?”

She could swear she saw the flicker of an emotion on his face looking back between his wound and the woman, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Thank you, doc”

She hesitated a moment before gently taking his hand on her own.

“Be careful” She muttered. “There’s only so much I can fix”

“I will” He promised. “Are they … are they treating you right ?”

She shrugged. “If threatening to kill me is what you consider right, then I guess I’m a real princess in a castle”

He ran a jerky hand through his hair and seemed to be looking for the right words to say but never spoke.

“Can I ask …” She began, curiosity getting the best out of her. “What is your real name ?”

When his gaze fell on her, all she saw was pure panic. Her question, as simple as it may have been, had surprised him. He didn’t remember, didn’t even question anyone, because it hadn’t mattered. He didn’t need to be more than a ghost to be able to kill.

“I’m sorry” She apologized. “I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to…”

“I don’t know” He admitted.

She gulped and looked away. His eyes held too much confusion and despair. Coming face to face with the enormity that was this man’s fate was sometimes undeniably heartbreaking.

“Can I call you Winter, then ?” She suggested.

He seemed to ponder for a while before offering her a small smile. “Yes, yes I’d like that”

It hurt to see a glimpse of happiness on his face for something as simple as a name and the woman didn’t realize that what she had just given him was the shred of an identity. A tiny piece he would hold onto. He was living inside a nightmare he had no idea he was trapped into, and if she dared to help, she would pay it with her life. So all she had the power to do was give him a name. Make him feel alive again.

The next time she saw him was only a couple of days after, carried by two agents, head hanging low and barely conscious. His clothes were stained in blood and his metal arm seemed dislocated.

“Patch him up” One of the men coldly ordered. They dropped the injured soldier on the ground like he was nothing more than an object, not even human.

She rushed to his side, checking his pupils first with a flashlight to rule out any intracranial damage to his brain. She did the same on his chest with a stethoscope, searching for any potential life threatening injury. When she moved to his shoulder to inspect the metal bones, he regained consciousness. Maybe it was the sight of yet another scientist above him or the touch of her fingers on his skin, but the man was quick to react and got on his feet in no time. His human hand wrapped around her neck tightly and he pushed her body with force against a wall, choking her. She tried to speak, but the action had been so sudden and violent that she was unable to move a muscle. He was in a trance, eyes filled with hatred that she knew was not directed toward her. Whatever he was picturing in his mind had awakened the assassin. She was the threat and he was in a game of survival.

She whispered his name several times but it was only after a minute, when she was on the verge of passing out, that he seemed to realize what he was doing. He stared at her with wide open eyes and released her from his grip. Her body fell on the floor before she started coughing, struggling to catch her breath.

“I’m…” He tried to speak, looking down at his hands in horror.

“Water” She managed to whisper.

He brought the woman a bottle and tried to help her on her feet. When he reached for her, she involuntarily flinched. A pure reflex. She didn’t miss the sadness on his face as he recoiled from her.

“I didn’t mean…”

“I know. It’s alright”

“I could’ve killed you” He said it more to himself than to her.

“But you didn’t” She laid a hand on her chest, taking a deep breath to try and calm her heart rate. “What happened ?”

“You touched me,” He explained.

“I touch you all the time” When he smirked, she realized the double meaning behind what she had just said. “Hm … why would it be any different today ?” She immediately changed the subject.

“Usually, when I’m unconscious I can … sense them around me. Working on me. And I can’t move but I still feel the pain”

Once again she was at a loss of words against the heaviness that was the burden of his life.

“Are you sure you’re alright ?” He repeated almost in a childish voice.

“I’ll get over it, don’t worry” She tried to reassure him. It didn’t seem to work. He took a temptative step, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. He moved his hand toward her neck, deliberately going as slow as he could. His eyes stayed on hers, watching out for any sign of fear. “What are you doing ?” She said in a breath, a different kind of shiver rolling down her spine.

“I need to make sure I didn’t hurt you” The sincerity and concern she heard in his voice were unsettling. She stared back in disbelief, but didn’t move. This was the closest they had ever been and it almost felt unreal for both of them. Too good to be true, especially in a place of nightmare like this.

He tilted her head to the back, still looking at her, and softly brushed his thumb over her skin. A bruise was already starting to appear. She saw the change in his eyes, the regret and sadness when he lowered his gaze. He kept inspecting her from all angles possible, making her chuckle in the process.

“Are you done, doctor ?” She joked.

He tried not to smile but miserably failed. “Almost. Haven’t found a diagnosis yet”

This time she laughed.

“C’mon, I’m not the real patient here. I need to take a look at you” She glanced at his metal arm, still dislocated. He was avoiding using it and she had noticed.

He sighed but didn’t remove his hand from her neck. Instead, his thumb slowly reached her cheek and he gently stroked her skin.

“I wish I could get you out of here” He whispered. “You don’t deserve any of this”

“Neither do you”

He clenched his jaw and plastered a tight smile, refusing to acknowledge what she had just said. He lowered his arm and sat on the examination table without saying anything.

“I’m gonna … hm … I’m gonna need to cut your shirt open” She gulped, trying to keep her cheeks from getting any warmer.

The man smirked and grabbed a pair of scissors nearby that he handed to her. She took it but didn’t dare to look at him, too uncomfortable by the situation. As she cut his shirt higher and higher, her hands started to shake. He could see her shifting her weight from side to side and desperately avoiding any eye contact. She was embarrassed and he was enjoying every second of it.

When finally she had taken it carefully off his body, she huffed in frustration. There was no denying that he had beyond toned muscle structure, verged into defined and well built curves.

“Is it… is it alright if I touch you ?” She allowed herself to take a glance at him, and rolled her eyes when she saw the smirk on his face.

“More than alright, doc” He teased her.

The moment her hands came in contact with his skin, he involuntarily flexed his muscles. She took a sharp breath, trying not to lose focus when she cleaned his wounds. She looked up at him to make sure he wasn’t in any pain, only to realize he was already staring. What should have been a quick glance turned into something more, a moment that lasted a little too long. When he leaned in toward her, she suddenly seemed to notice the lack of space between them. She cleared her throat and took a step back.

“Quit flirting, Winter” She reprimanded him with a playful grin.

He laughed. It was the first time she heard that sound and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth. He looked so carefree and alive, so human. She was finally meeting the man behind the assassin, and he troubled her even more than the silent killer.

“I kinda like to see you flustered, doc”

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to hide her obvious nervousness.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” She pursed her lips to keep from smiling.

“Sure you don’t” He sniggered.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna need to put that shoulder into place”

Instead of talking, he grabbed her hips and considerably shortened the distance she had put between them. Her eyes widened from both the sudden gesture and the feeling of his fingers on her body.

“Go right ahead, doc”

She leaned in toward him to have a better access to the injury, ignoring the unexpected shudder. She was practically over him, a hand on his shoulder, the other on his broad back. If he felt any pain when she pushed the bones back into place, he didn’t show.

“All good ?” He muttered, heavily breathing. She was about to ask if he was okay but the words stayed stuck when she realized how close their faces were. He wasn’t hurt, no, he was perturbed by her presence. He could smell her perfume and see the hair raising on her neck. Whatever he was feeling, she felt it too.

“Do I make you nervous, soldier ?” She said, a smile building on her full lips.

“You have no idea, doctor”

She turned to face him. They locked eyes and, for a moment, none of them moved. The atmosphere instantly changed when he bit his lips. He bent closer and closer, and this time she didn’t push back. When finally he kissed her, she froze in place. He was about to draw back when she grabbed his neck, deepening the kiss. A sensation she couldn’t comprehend took over her whole body. He didn’t rush, took his sweet time lingering his lips over hers. She could swore her knees would have given out if he wasn’t holding her in place. Her chest was fluttering and she lost all sense of time. He pulled back from the lack of oxygen, but not before caressing her mouth one last time.

“Too much?” He inquired quietly.

She shook her head, laughing. “No. Just enough”

“I’ve been dreaming of doing that for a while” He admitted.

“Quite the change of attitude. I could’ve sworn you wanted me dead only ten minutes ago” She joked.

He pouted, not particularly happy she was reminding him of his previous outburst.

“You’re all set up, Winter” She announced after one last look over his chest. “No major damage”

“Have you checked my heart ?” He joked with a smirk. “I think it’s beating a little fast”

She coughed to try and hide her laugh.

“I’m afraid that’s not fixable” She started to write her report, ignoring his lingering gaze on her. Her brain was still fuzzy from the kiss they shared. “Unless I stay away, which would probably ease your … discomfort”

“Who said anything about discomfort ? That’s a kind of pain I’d rather enjoy”

She raised an eyebrow, not missing the way her own heart palpitated.

“Don’t play with fire, soldier”

He smirked. “Between us, I’m trying to delay the moment I’ll have to go through that door again”

This time she lost all joy and raised her head from what she was writing on her report to look at him.

“You’re strong enough to leave this place, you know”

“Leave where ?” He asked.

“Somewhere you’ll find who you really are”

“Does that somewhere include you ? ‘Cause you should know I won’t go without you”

She walked up to him and took his hands.

“Save yourself while you still can, Winter” She sadly replied.

“What about you ?”

“I’m just … collateral damage” She exhaled.

He gently pressed his forehead to hers.

“I promise I’ll come back for you after that last mission”

“I’ll hold you onto that”

He planted a soft kiss on her lips, making her forget once again where they were and what their reality was.

“I’ll take you to Greece” He whispered. “Just the two of us. Wouldn’t that be great ?”

“It’s a date” She grinned, making him laugh.

“You’ve got yourself a deal. We’ll get out of here” He swore. “And I’ll take you dancing under the stars of Mykonos”

He didn’t know then that he would never have the occasion to keep that promise. They would have more moments, stolen from the chaos of this place, but nothing more. Weeks later, he would hear rumors about treason and compromising positions. He would understand too late they meant her. She was his weak point, and the Winter Soldier couldn’t have any weaknesses. She was disposable, he was an assassin with superpowers. All the recordings they had proved he no longer could be operational so long as she was still breathing.

“Buck, you alright ?” A voice suddenly spoke in the agonizing silence.

He turned around to his friend, brushing the tears he didn’t realize had started to fall. Standing in the empty room, he couldn’t move away from the dried patch of blood on the floor.

“Yeah, I just need a minute” He shook his head, trying to make the painful memories disappear.

The man behind him began to inspect the place, searching through scattered papers around a desk.

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N” He read.

Bucky closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. The simple sound of her name was enough to widen the open wound inside his chest. He sat on the examination table one last time, without her. Forgetting he wasn’t alone, he let himself wander into his most precious memories. He remembered the taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume and the touch of her skin. Every detail engraved in his head forever.

“Did you know her ?” The person asked.

“Yeah”

The man stopped what he was doing and observed the former assassin for a solid minute. He looked heartbroken.

“Bad memories ?” He inquired.

“Not in this room” Bucky sadly smiled.

“What happened ?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Steve”

The Captain hesitated for a moment but didn’t push. He was aware his friend was still healing and whatever the place was, it was part of his pain.

“Is she dead ?” He only questioned.

He gulped and tilted his head backward to keep the tears at bay. “They took her away from me” His voice cracked when he spoke. He was not able to stop the violent sob that escaped his mouth. He wanted to say so much more but the lump in his throat was far too heavy.

“I was too late,” He whispered. “I promised I’d come back for her but I was … too …”

His shoulders started to shake as tears ran down his bloodshot eyes. Steve rapidly closed the distance between them and hugged his friend, letting him express his sadness. They stayed there until he was calm enough to take a deep breath.

“You ready ?” The Captain inquired.

The broken soldier silently nodded.

“Where to now ?” Steve asked him. “You’re free to go anywhere you'd like”

“Greece. I have a date in Greece”

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Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

bakugou

your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “

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